Fred Cassidy (George Cassidy’s son)

According to my mother and him, he never spent one full night in jail. He'd sit around and play with a warden and play poker and whatnot.

So he'd go get dressed up in the morning, go into the jail, sign in, go do his work in the jail. After his shift was over, he'd come back, sign out.

Yeah, he was going in, and they nabbed him.

He probably had, you know, half a dozen or more suitcases in the car.

It was just a matter of trying to catch them in such a way that it doesn't implicate high ups.

On the ship coming back, they had a poll about who was in favor of Prohibition. And out of the 2,500 guys on the troop carrier, only 98 wanted Prohibition.

He didn't give a shit who you were, where you were from, what you did, or any of that stuff. Come on up and have a drink with me, you know, and we'll have a good time. We'll talk about all kinds of stuff. George partied in style. He was a dapper dude.

If you ever saw him in his Irish War Veterans National Commander's uniform, you would have thought he was a general of the most powerful army in the world or something.

There was a ton of moonshining going on in Virginia. A lot of the Virginia farmers, you know, have their stills out in a discreet area.