"When are moonshiners in the hills and hollows of Kentucky and the Carolinas going to get some love from The New Yorker? Hint – not in a very long time."

Said Comanche Voter in comments on the post about the New Yorker article about making Mezcal in Oaxaca. That sounded too knee-jerkily cynical, so I did a search of the New Yorker archive, and I found a few things. The best was "Moonshine" from August 19, 1985 (click to enlarge):



There was also "Moonshine Kingdom" from August 27, 2012: