It's that time again. Time for the Moonshine Festival held every year in the town square of Dawsonville. I do love living in a small town. Everyone, well, almost everyone, is friendly. You can start a conversation in the line at the deli counter, and we most of all we have festivals. Cotton candy, boiled peanuts, face painting, the junior high dance team, and of course, the cars. Dawsonville was a major moonshine distribution hub back in the early days. Maybe still. We live close enough to downtown to be able to walk. We spent the large portion of a sunny fall day looking at arts and crafts, listening to the bands and people watching. A glorious time was had by all.
