Johnny Seay

Not many folks I've known in this world that I have only good memories about. Johnny was one of those folks. Some of my fondest memories of Johnny happened during the too few holiday seasons I was fortunate enough to spend in Ga. over the years. We'd be hanging out at Sam and Suzannes having a "get together" and Johnny would slide up beside me discretely ask me if I might like a little swing of pure Georgian moonshine. Apple brandy it were. Slightly sweet with a nice hard bite on the backend. I can still taste it. Few things made me feel more down home. Thank you Johnny.