It's been one year since Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton turned on the ignition and took a really long trip.
We'd like to say we understand why Popcorn took his own life but our hearts still hurt.
I want to extend my most humble gratitude to all the people who reached out to me and my family with sympathies and kindness. Your condolences have touched us more deeply than we could ever express.
The last three hundred and sixty five days have seen my father's body laid to rest at Harmon's Den, NC, dug up and hidden, displayed for the whole world to see, and buried again in Parrotsville, TN.
Less than a day after the second burial my Daddy's spirit got mad and punched the mountain. A huge section of boulders and scree came crashing down onto I-40 not far from the Harmon's Den graveyard. Maybe it wasn't Daddy's spirit. Maybe it was his parents Vader and Bonnie. Maybe Vader's spirit found his son's body missing and raged against the mountain looking to find him.
After a second landslide on the same stretch of highway a friend wrote to me: "Make him stop!"
Popcorn's moonshine will be missed but not half as much as the man himself. His bawdy tales and colorful language will be remembered for years to come. Building a still, plucking a banjo or dancing "like a wet dish rag" Popcorn kept alive the mountain ways he'd been born to until the day he died. He was a proud son of Appalachia and king in the world of moonshining.
Whether you met Popcorn online or in person you knew you were meeting a one-of-a-kind. Join me in raising a jar to the legendary Popcorn Sutton- may he rest in peace.