Anne Watson tells a delightful story about her mother's family from Tennessee. Grandma was a country schoolteacher. Her brother Ed was a country lawyer. Ed was a big man. He stood over six feet in his socks. He didn't look like a smart person. "Why, just to look at Ed," says Watson, "œyou'd feel sorry for the man. You'd think 'Here's a soul to be specially kind to.'"

Ed cleaned up on this. He had a little office in a town right on the Arkansas border. He handled all the law for miles around, which wasn't much. He made up the difference by moonshining.

One night, a man came to Ed's office and asked for help. Ed wasn't doing much at the time. He asked how he might be of service. "Sheriff got me for stealing a pig," said his new client.

"Oh," said Ed. "Did you do it?"

"Yeah," his client a…