The old noggin is still working, Dan. I've had the pleasure of "meeting" the Big Four on several occasions in my younger days. Walking to school, I used to pass a home with a larger yard with a tall wooden fence around it. There were vines, with strange pods on them, unlike my Mom's and Aunt's flowers, poking out between the boards, here and there. One of the neighbors told me they were hops.[I had to look up "hops" in a dictionary, internet wasn't working back then] Walking home from school one day, there were several black DPD cruisers in front of the house, and the signature Big Four sedan. Several officers were pouring, out of barrels, a liquidy, oatmeal-like substance into the sewer, lots of it. It was summertime, hot, and the concoction stunk to high heaven. Turned out the DPD had busted a beer making still. Back then, a lot of people made homemade wine, but this was a large amount. I remember walking over to it and poking it with a stick, [geeky kid] until one of the cops chased me away and told me to go home. My first initiation into the seemy underworld of crime.
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