Old mountain boy that my dad worked with in the steel mill back in 60's and 70's, used to drive up to Michigan each fall. Would buy a pickup truck load of apples. Bring 'em home to the mountains and resell them. Nice little profit for a weekends' worth of driving. One year he drove up. Got to drinking with some local boys. Got into a poker game. When it was all over, not only did he lose his grub stake for the apples, lost the title to his truck as well. But no worries. Them Michigan boys were nice enough to buy him a bus ticket back to KY !
