My Italian Immigrant Grandparents made wine during prohibition in order to feed their family and not ask for welfare. They made it in their basement and served it formally in their front parlor to various professor types from the university. My mother stood in the corner and turned the crank on the Victrola for the musical entertainment. Government handouts were considered worse than breaking the prohibition laws. It was a different time and no one will care what Mac’s grandfather did.
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