My great granddad used to run bootleg alcohol across the Detroit river in the winter.
What a coincidence! My great granddad used to drink bootleg booze that was run across the Detroit River! Grandpa told me that his Dad would go blind for a few days after he got a bellyful of that liquor. Then great grandma would hit him with a mop. I think my son inherited her swing. He was close to 400 his last season.