It's 1976. Madness reigns at the Anderson farm. Contrary to all logic, the headiest ingredient of their moonshine is unfiltered water from Cauldron Lake.
The Andersons felt like gods.
Odin can't stop laughing. He contemplates cutting his eye out.
Tor runs across the field, naked, shrieking, hammer in his hand, trying to catch lightning.
Their songs have power, something ancient is stirring in the depths, coming back.
Departure Manuscript: The Anderson Brothers in the 70s
