Morty Poteen

Today, the Tattler is pleased to aim the spotlight on Morty Pedersen, or Morty “Poteen”, as he’s better known. 

Quick with a laugh and an unintelligible bit of wisdom, Mr. Pedersen has been the Village’s unofficial joymaker for nearly 30 years.  He operates the only illicit still in the townlands and the sweet, if not caustic, “mountain dew” that flows from its copper coils has fueled the imaginations of most of the Tattler’s writers. 

From the look of him, you’d say he’s descended in a straight line from Druids that stumbled drunkenly across our bogs two millennia ago in search of tussock or hollow in which to sleep it off.  But you’d be wrong. 

Morty P is actually Danish by extraction.  As a younger man, he popularized an odd tipple made from reducing several horrible Danish black licorice lozenges over low heat and adding the resulting ooze to a bottle of Acqua Vit.  And by popularized, we really mean that much of the town enjoyed watching him drink it down, rub his hands together and mutter something in an unrecognizable language that roughly translated to “Right, lads.  What’s the criac?”

Now, he’s more Irish than the Irish themselves and no native born Tubberfecker can hold a candle stuck in bottle of adulterated Acqua Vit to Morty P’s moonshine.  

Here’s to you, Morty Pedersen, Tubberfeck’s Villager in the Spotlight.