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This podcast is intended for mature audiences, listener discretion is advised. I had the best of all possible raising's from the bookies to the sharks to the card sharks to sharks. I learned more about human nature than any kid could in any school life. And all the guys were good to the kid and trusted the kid. And they talk around the kid.


They wouldn't talk about murder or bank robbers and the fact that he had heard this stuff by the time he was in his early 30s, Billy Sunday paper had become one of the most powerful and most feared men in Georgia. As the end of the 1960s was approaching, he was a partner in the bootleg business with Ruth and Harold Chancey and he was the official enforcer and hit man for the newly formed Dixie Mafia. And he operated a pool hall called the Weiner Recreation Parlor at 63 Athens Street, which served as a front for his illegal gambling and was a safe haven to plan his contract arson, robbery and murder jobs.


Young Stoney was now along for the ride and had a front row seat to the inner workings of his dad's booming business.


He made a thousand fifteen a week, just a home run normally, which was ten to fifteen thousand a week now. And by the way, Dad was still sober and he kept a card game going day and night, which always won. So he probably won double that on the card games.


And it was just kind of like a carnival. It was exciting and I was privy to that. It's hard to explain, but not that they included me and my dad let me hear it, but was winning over here. And it's there the next day. The day before, it wasn't a puzzle. If it was a puzzle, it was a puzzle from imperative entertainment.


This is in the red clay. Though the men tried not to be too blatantly obvious in their conversations, Stoney picked up on a lot, as kids often do when you think they aren't listening. He learned that Billy got the money to buy the pool hall in an unconventional manner back when he worked at the Gainesville Stone and Rock Quarry. A co-worker simply nicknamed Halfmoon had taken to a VFW hall that doubled as a bustling underground gambling house in a nearby town called Cobert.


Billy would rob that gambling house the very next night and walk away with thousands of dollars. The money was so good. That he didn't see the benefit of work anymore. I heard him. By many people that he made the remark, I can make more than one net that I can work in six months.


What kind of food does that and being that gambling was illegal in the first place? It's not like the people being robbed could really go to the police and report it. So it was easy money. All things considered. And Billy, of course, liked easy money, except for killing a public official in broad daylight.


It seems there really was no job too big or too small that he wouldn't take for the right price when I was a kid loves hot dogs, my favorite place, and explain the hot dogs and and beer. And for some reason, they were just that delicious. And all of a sudden one day when their. He won't get his brother, Bobby, but he's always said he'd rather have Bob with a shotgun than any three of his guys and a tat, but he did not let him go on any murders.


He never let Bob go down the dark path he loved. And he said, Bob, we got to. Easy job, son. I want to live with you and be open. We got to go on there and double check the part lab. What?


They went through the place and found every part of my true love.


There was this one little room with a small door there. Bobby passed. So they went outside and got the gas and kerosene.


They use a mixture because when you burn some, you don't use gas unless you want it to blow you. They'll use kerosene because it's slow start our days, but then to get it go unless they use gas. So I went through there and as he was coming out spraying gasoline, when you could get out the door, he seen the green of the PTSA, a blue flame in the hot water.


He closed the door.


He said, get the hell out of here now. And they both ran out the back door and he made it just just a few feet to the three foot tall retaining wall just behind it.


At that moment, they've pulled up as they are now. It's in that box now, all around them, within feet of them. And if we want to hear to hear them killed. So we was obliterated not by them land, but by that damn pallet. That's how close they come. And he said, I found our the money sixty. But we're Kufor. Now, at this point, I'm curious, as you might be, about Stoney's early life, his role in all of this.


The burning question I have is, well, Stoney's a kid and he's hanging around with his dad and all these other members of the Dixie Mafia every day. Overhearing the illegal things his father is clearly involved in, not to mention he now always has plenty of cash on hand and new cars and expensive jurien, he must have been wondering, where did all this money come from? Does he not think this is wrong or did he wonder why does Dad leave at 11 o'clock at night, not return until the wee hours of the morning or sometimes a few days later?


Surely, even as a child, he wasn't that naive. Did Stoney just not care about any of this?


When you're boat like you're whispering to kids, here's a reward like a freight train. So by the time when that thing 68 six, then I probably will know more than any one person living about at all, just from what I've heard.


But I was conditioned the thought of repeating their statement was just not in my vocabulary. I was conditioned. If I see my dad bring a safe home and peel it open, I'm going to sleep in the school next day. I was conditioned that was normal.


If he told it to me and then and put him on the table and took a builder and told him, I'm going back to bed in case you missed that, that was if my dad toted a man in and took a bullet out of him, I'd go on back to bed. You become conditioned, you'd be amazed what can become the norm. I guess I'll just have to take Stoney's word on that. But I guess it does kind of make sense if you think about it.


If that's just how it was from the time you could remember, that would be the norm. Stoney was the apple of his father's eye and Billy was Stoney's hero. He was this larger than life man that everyone seemed to like and respect. He helped people when they needed it and expected nothing. In return, he would lay down and die for a true friend. He had a soft spot for animals and children, and he treated his family like gold.


And he taught these lessons to stony at a very early age. He was the best father a son ever had. He was a good husband except for a Dautry, which was the common thing back then was a man's world. Except for that he was the best husband a woman ever had. He treated my mother like a baby.


Yeah, he really just said he was a good husband except for the adultery. And he did have many mistresses through the years, which clearly is something his wife Jenny was tolerant of. He apparently made no attempt at hiding this. He would run around the small town with different women, but he was upfront with each of them that he was married and made it crystal clear that none of them would ever take the place of his wife.


I'd never seen my father unless he was doing business at a party that he didn't have a beautiful woman sitting on while he called the home. He kept a pretty little one time period of time. He kept a pretty comfortable pillow on that hum between a book in his hand. What known that for speed it was on him legs.


He always told me, son. A man is going to go pretty women and quite a woman don't know her, but they'll never take money from your home was spend on it. It makes you sorry, son of a bitch. And if you feel like he calls back, then you have what they need. It's called Honoria. They call it the flat. He's everything he calls them by the daughter. It is hard to believe certain to have a headache for a week.


They don't ever take them home. Now, that was just as much advice as these people tell their son. You make sure you put your seatbelt on. But he made no bones about it. He was a married man. We're here to have fun. You know what? We all deeper. I met a woman named Louise Jackson who can attest to the womanizing ways of Billie Bert. I actually I was always blonde. And Jackson, the mayor, then divorced and married and divorced and married and divorced and married.


And Jackson barely took a liking to me. He saw me downtown and he wanted to go out with me. I wanted 13 and 14 years old, maybe 15, 16. Some of the time, I wanted your average 13 and 14 year old. I looked a lot older. I got an older age.


I look a little younger. Don't touch Billy Berts reputation with women. As with most things, proceeded him.


I knew who he was. I was scared to go out with him. I couldn't go out with him. He said, Oh yeah, we're going out this weekend. I went home, told my mom and she said, Well, you just tell them you're not going that way. I said, you don't understand. This is Billy. Bert, you don't pay Billy. Bert not going out with. Deep in the conservative south of 1970s Atlanta, Mike Thebus, the son of Greek immigrants, was a man driven by endless ambition.


He had everything a wife and five kids, the largest mansion in Atlanta, and a rumored 100 million dollar fortune. But the success came at a price as the community shunned him and he became entangled in a web of murder, mob connections and love affairs.


It is the money, obviously, that attracts organized crime.


I don't have any knowledge as to what happened to Mr. Hammer. He was a personal friend of mine, and I just think it's a terrible tragedy.


There's no doubt in my mind that they are nervous at first about having to do business with Mike Leavis society.


Do not take it seriously when criminals kill each other. So Mike Thebus walked out this door to freedom. Some are speculating he may be in Colombia or Costa Rica, countries which before have harbored United States criminals.


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Louise maintains that belief in her had a kind of relationship for years, but that it never went further than friendship. But even with the infidelities, Stony at the time thought his father was the coolest man alive. And I get it because Billy treated him in many ways like an adult, and that's just what a young boy often wants from his father. He was just one of the guys he felt included, respected, part of something special and secret.


He was privy to things that very few people were even his mother and siblings.


Billy bought him a brand new car that he would drive to school before he was even a teenager, nine years old, brand new Supersport, Camaro, you know, top of the line, three nannies. And I'd rake it in the mud where it made up.


We had more money than any body. My father didn't respect me. He made it the spin.


He could stay up all night if he wanted to, as long as he got good grades. He gambled with gangsters and ran the pool table like a shark. Before even hitting puberty, he stood in the shadow of his larger than life father and was untouchable in his own right by A.J..


I could do trick shots on pool tables. The grown men will be amazed and I could just run the table.


But when he come to cards, my goal was beat my day. I always want to beat my day because I know I could do it because I know the basics card early on and I could count numbers and I got better and better and better.


Well, by the time I was nine, I couldn't be beat by anybody my age and most men, but most men wouldn't play who wants to play a key. And they could take my money, but they would let them win this one that him and his boys wouldn't sleep. And then suddenly it was so sudden to say play. And I said, yeah. Now every night at Rec is not between one and three hundred dollars in tips. So we started playing, not poker.


We started about three thirty four o'clock when I passed out in a pool table in the seven o'clock.


Now all for the next two and a half hours, I went in so much that Sonny would say instead of me, I stand up.


He Boileau Eugène nobody wins that much. He said there that one on that one day they woke up Oberti. He said, isn't it lovely? And he said, you've been playing on it. A smile as the. It may lead to something you better not be talking about, but now he's just a kid and Sunny is as sincere, he said, Billy Boy, cheating on me. I know that this ain't figured out how. And I think that is a the arrangement when he said that.


So how much is it worth of. He's about 80 bucks. He more rebels over the next two years. All in all, if he had any idea what was going to come to him in Rezvan of his life, he wouldn't say that it was there during the late 1960s that Billy Berts Dixie Mafia really kicked into high gear.


Bert was now pulling jobs at an alarming rate, sometimes two or three in a single night locally. And he would travel to Florida, the Carolinas, Alabama, Tennessee, Texas, wherever he was paid to go. He might be casing a bank, burning down a building for insurance money or carrying out a hit. It takes a small team to do this properly, and he added a few of his friends to the operation as well as his brother Bobby Byrd, to what we'll call the inner circle of the Dixie Mafia, the boots on the ground, so to speak.


The muscle.


No, let me clear the Dixie Mafia to me was my dad and his boys, Bobby Brown, Bobby Gaddis, Willie Hester, Charlie Reed, Sonny Lee, Bobby Burt, his brother. And when he was in a tie, his first cousin, Ralph Black, who was by no means a gangster. He just loved him dearly. And Ralph would die before we thought those were the boys.


And Cooper, each man would get a cut of Billy's pay on any given job for their part.


And he was doing jobs for 60 would be whiskey, robbing a liquor store, so many jobs he would use every one of them.


Don Cooper, an employee of Coca-Cola at the time, was really more of an honorary member of the group. The guys nicknamed him Booger. Billy would take him along on whiskey halls and car races. He loved the excitement of it.


Don Cooper immediately took to the Dixie Mafia lifestyle, riding shotgun, listening Jerry Lee Lewis, who with Billy Burton, a lot of whiskey addicted, Don, to that laugh. I mean, he was the last minute to the next month in 1969, but he was the most loyal. But because he didn't have Humpty Dumpty, the intelligence he was start to do a menial job like casing and stuff like that.


He never got deep, but he would burn a car. He would do anything. He was arrested.


No problem down with him when that to a on a run.


And because after the run there in Conyers, I was going to a nightclub and Dondre with Daddy now.


The party became well the party and the business were both exciting things and won't be as fun as ever. You just didn't dance when you represented. It didn't take long after joining Billies Gang for Don Cooper to be fired from his job under suspicion that he was involved in a recent string of robberies concerning large amounts of money from the company.


In just a matter of months, Coca-Cola had been robbed of almost 160000 responses place just after he was admitted to this, what it meant to be a 10 year old dance, dance, dance with a man, tragically. But it is one of a dance party that is, you know. So the guy tried to dance.


Yes. Wolves out there days after.


Shot him twice in the mouth and it wasn't uncommon for Reese's plate, Reese had the grab the man, take him out, get him to the hospital. Was the hospital. I told him, look, what happened is outside my come by shop. And it just popped out. And everybody's on patrol, you know, within an hour, Don. And that one was there's no plutonium. That was just another Saturday night.


In the mid 1960s, Billy Sunday, Burt and his Dixie Mafia were firing on all cylinders. In addition to the booming bootleg operation, the ever expanding network of seedy underworld clientele kept the money rolling in with contract arson and murder for hire jobs. They had also extended their services to procuring commodities like stealing gasoline by tapping into pipelines and sugar.


Now, that may sound odd at first, but when President JFK signed the Cuban trade embargo in 1962, halting the import of goods from Cuba, which was one of the US's largest sugar suppliers, the cost of sugar skyrocketed across America never to fill their letters in advance.


People who never use sugar before suddenly developed insatiable craving for the sweet food complement. This was a problem for bootleggers because it takes a lot of sugar to make whiskey.


So the boys found a workaround for 20 percent.


My father ran the whiskey and all the operations, run the whiskey, hijacked the sugar trucks that it kept to keep it going out of three states because you could not get enough sugar unless you had entire trailers in it to three states. He was blood and just handled everything about it for the tourists and of all the profit.


There were other ways of getting it to funny. Bob Seabrook's retired by a not to Miami 77 to around.


Bob Brooks worked at Quality Foods Market as a stock boy when he was a teenager, a small grocery store that sold an astonishing amount of sugar when I was 15 years old.


They call it the food market. I got a job at school and started working there. They had me on Fridays to bring in a tractor trailer load. So we take it all within the price of gold market. And then the next day we might have to come in and pick up a bag and children, whatever mnemba in there it would go. I knew that they could be selling it, but sugar, sure, they'd be going somewhere.


In February of 1969, Jim Dolz, the owner of the grocery store, would go on to marry Ruth Chancey, who was the mother of Billy Burt's moonshine partner.


Harold already knew they came up there on the restaurant, in the bakery across the street. And I asked him, I said, I can't sell that much sugar more than can. I mean, this was a week they said I might look at them. He said, you keep your mouth shut.


It seemed at this point there weren't enough hours in the day to get all the jobs done that Burt was being hired to do. When Harold Chancey introduced him to a new business, he'd ventured into sometime between 67 and 68. He needed a little convincing. Harold Chancey. Had made a contact with someone I don't know who, but I'm sure that he walked in the pool room and I remember him coming, they ran it by showing him what was in it.


And I say, no black used.


And then what? They would do anything. What Harold showed Billy, were called Black Beauties, which were extremely potent and controversial bio amphetamines that were marketed as diet pills in the 50s, 60s and 70s, that the call metric reducing formula is the only safe.


Sure, effective way to reduce this package includes the wonder 10 day diet that lets you eat three delicious meals a day, plus a bedtime snack, and even includes a jog for your willpower.


And next thing you know, my dad had a plastic bag and he came to his boys. And from then on it took a whole new level. Went to six months after that, he was going to Mesko, bringing back truckloads. This sounds crazy, but they were in double sect grocery bags, paper bags all the time, and what he brought back, what I've seen in his boot more than once was those grocery bags almost full to the point that the top was folded over and taped by boot.


He means the trunk of the car wants to hang a little peels and you pay 36 piece and you bring it back. So have these in your truck. Oh, 400000 did the math. But when the police come along, that's when he began to have a 10 day work week was no longer seven days. He could go for three or four days at a time and then he would sleep two days. And that was a way of life. People that Ruth Chase and Harold Chaston lingo strap in Gainesville, who made millions hauling black beauties out of Mexico and doctors all over Georgia furnished him with amphetamine, which was black beauties, but legal.


They were called eighteen seventy five. They were black doctors prescribe, but it was called amphetamine, a mixture of two ingredients, not in the flat or fat any. Black beauties were basically legal crystal meth, but made in the lab, not in someone's basement or in a trailer out in the desert Breaking Bad. But they serve the same purpose. You could stay awake for days at a time, be razor focused with a seemingly endless supply of energy, all without the need to even stop and eat much.


The downside, they had some of the same side effects, like paranoia, violence, and if you stayed awake long enough, visual and audible hallucinations. I asked Stoney if he noticed a change in his father after he started taking the pills. Oh, yes, and yes, I did, but this one to notice, my dad had always been exceptional athletically, he's always been smarter than anyone. He always won. He's always raises always won a recall waist.


But what's he started with the Blackpool's. He became bigger than life. He became a legend to me, his own son. He done things that were impossible, not climbing the back of Casey's lot, shutting down Highway 81 for five miles out of one here and racing.


He just ruled the world where it was funny and about the same time Elvis was doing the exact same thing with that same people. Merle Haggard was Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee and John John Kennedy. It took the country by storm and each one of those individuals became more than he ever could have been with that. It was nothing like crane crack meth, nothing similar. It was more to the tune of Adderall with a big, big boost.


And you could take that every day, all through the week and sleep on weekends and leader will a period of a normal life.


But it made you more of what you were. When I say the flat of fat, if you were the kind involved in a situation arose, you was dynamite. If you can run in a situation, Rose, you was Speedy Gonzalez. And I'll admit, Billy Berts pilled up FTS are pretty impressive. When Stoney mentioned climbing the wall, he's referring to the building next to the pool hall that is now a restaurant called Cases.


Apparently one night the guys were joking around at the pool hall and Billy, who loved to be Betty, couldn't do something just so he could prove you wrong.


But the guys that he could climb the corner of the building freehand, run along the roof of the building and back down the other side in less than a minute. When Stoney first told me about this, I didn't really understand what the big deal was, so he took me there to see it for myself. That room, though. So now let's get in here, but here's the wall. He climbed this wall top running back down that wall back here under a minute, but even climbing the wall give him five minutes.


He'll give them all day. Yeah, I don't know how the hell you do that. Now you see getting it there, but you do not see climb in there. Yeah.


I see how you can get up a couple of feet here, but I mean, it's the corner of a red brick building that's about 25 or 30 feet high. A small alley runs between cases and the building that used to house the pool hall. There are no obvious hand or footholds in the sharp corners of the bricks, dig in your hands when you try to grab hold. I tried and I couldn't get higher than a few feet before dropping. I started thinking it was impossible and wanted to call bullshit on the whole thing.


But it seems there were several witnesses that saw Bird accomplish this. I guess my point in telling the story is that at least twice now, Sony has made some seemingly unbelievable claim that I had doubted and both times I was proved wrong. The joke's on me, I guess. So when Stoney said his dad and the boys used to regularly shut down a five mile section of Highway 81 heading out of Winder Terrace, their cars. I was a bit more open minded than I was before Stoney and I hopped in the Turino cobra and headed that way to turn finesses like the others.


This is always a starting point for the races of five and 10 mile races. This way, both race, they block off all the roads right here. He'll stand right there, drop his own phone line. All the roads will be blocked for 5:00 a.m. out there while the race was at one on. One of the growth of a would even stop a slave who happens to be standing there, and when they flew by him and Harold, everyone racing him, them had money they don't want to.


It was a perfect summer day when we took our ride. We had the windows down in the warm air, felt good, so we kept driving. Stony showed me around the area and it seemed each few miles we drove, you would see something that would ignite an old memory, as was the case when we happened by a small private road and Stony immediately slowed the car to a crawl.


But you know, James Jackson, look at that. James Jackson Road is the Jackson four.


Remember the man that took the family farm from young Billy Burt's mother and left them with nothing after his father died? Remember how young Billy swore that he would get back at the man? That Jackson farm this weekend killed this house here. This house here, but not in its day, it was a real top of the house. When we come back, the man that it was for years when you come back in 14. I'm going door. I'm sorry, sir, he just didn't live with it.


I'm sorry. He's he passed, he said, looking at her like she was all over time. I thought about it. I said, hey, mom will read. You reap what you sow. Get the money he took from it. Didn't do no good after all. We let you go, but I believe he murdered that man, man, hundreds of times from nine year old to 14.


What Billy stayed busy with his obligations to the Dixie Mafia and worked hard to keep his family happy, at the same time, being a good father to his children and in his own way, being a good husband to Jenny. But things weren't perfect. Tension had begun to grow with another person in Billy's family. Byrd was the he worked hard every day, his life and heavy equipment. He did not, to my knowledge, ever steal anything. His his interest in life was to be the best there ever was with his fist not and Golden Gloves.


He never had a boxing match just into being the fastest, baddest somebody there because he was born with it.


Ray, the one that resembled Elvis, was the youngest of the Bert boys and was known by many as a bully. He had been most of his life, he was tough as nails, strong, good looking, and could fight like no one else rages absolutely could not be will not know people.


This is something I've heard many people say.


I'm 59 years old. I've been to prison twice the prisons in Georgia. I was raised in whole ghettos. And I've never seen a man in my life that could even start to compare to the skill that Robert had when it came to fighting. He was so fast that year two, three times before you even know you're in a fight.


But first with Tomi Rae, also like to drink. And when he did, he had a tendency to become jealous where my daddy was jealous of these women. Ray was jealous of your Cadillac.


And if you thought she was a bad dude who Mac groupies, but don't think I'll stop him from proving that wrong will be act of God.


How he enjoyed it so much so that the winter recreation parlor had almost been closed down because of all the fighting that was happening there, among other things, which concern Billy, he couldn't have that kind of attention drawn to the place. He repeatedly told Ray he needed to chill out. Ray would apologize, then drink again a few days later and the whole cycle would start over. He had become predictable in a bad way. Stoney remembers being at the pool hall one night when Ray arrived, already half drunk and rowdy.


So on this particular night, what he decided to show himself and everybody that he could be the baddest damn man they thought that ever was to table their pool table, their raise raising between the pool table bar, which ain't before falling apart. He's got a mug of beer frosted mug. I never forget it. And when he turned up, he drank it, sat in a bar. When you walked back with him, he let them decide who was sitting from here that fat six feet away.


And he said, and I'm standing between them. But they didn't get it. So he set them to tell. My father is with a rack on his shoulder and he said, Billy, I believe I can beat you. And I thought it's a ball game, but when I look at my father's face, you've heard me talk about that look. That's the first time I've seen it. He looked different, right? And he said, no, son, you can't erase that.


I believe we can. I know I can. My father used this, but this is too far fact. He kept the ones he knew while later he said Ray is a goddamn impossibility. He he's that. Get the hell out of here. You get my place closed down. Don't just think about that. I stood there for about two seconds. Look, there's no fear anymore. Despite being his brother, Rapert had just challenged the most dangerous man in Georgia.


Slowly, he walked to the door, which is 25 feet away when he got out the door. My father never left that and I never moved where I was between him and the people who had started a list and realized something was about Rega. Don't turn around. Look, and this about nine it on Saturday night, he said, well, I'm leaving, but I'll be back. He said was lying to fact. He said, Right, don't come back in that right walk that looked me.


He said, get a cab home. I said, But there is no one in their 30s, as I did at that time, came home. That look, I called a cab within five minutes, I was at home. Twenty five minutes later, Bush Chasey pull up to the yard to tell me about that. Billy had just shot Ray. He got a phone call, someone told him to come up with a gun. Ray walked in there.


They have you have a gun, but that wouldn't already know. Walker hit him right there, say that it had his peripheral vision. He said it almost took me out if he's not mad and bent over. He said he really is my room. And before he hit the ground, he shot right through.


Well, one of them went through reimported Otis's her oldest kaibab part, and they died, Mischance immediately pulled out of Barlowe knife and hand him the rest people in there.


By this time, it whittled down to 13 to have them be in this boy's Savar, because this is a story. Anybody got a problem with Bandolim now?


He was arrested and taken to the local jail house. But because of his reputation in the small town and the sheriff wanting no part of it, Billy was released because it was decided that he shot Ray in self-defense. The sheriff just told him to leave. He didn't even pay a fine. Billy Burr shot his brother three times in public, nearly killing him and spent only one night in jail. Ray was in intensive care for three months, but he lived.


When he got out of the hospital, he seemed to call his jets a bit and lay low, at least for the time being, by the time 1970 arrived, Billy Sunday, Burt and his Dixie mafia were untouchable. It had become clear to those in the know by now that if you talked, you disappeared. There were already at least 26 people missing and Billy Burt had no intention of slowing down. And all the while, young Stoney, who had a front row seat to the inner workings of the Dixie Mafia, was slowly being molded into his father's footsteps.


Things continued to escalate, and the feds had finally decided that something must be done about Billy and his gang because local law enforcement had proven unable or unwilling to get a handle on the situation. They had an ace up their sleeve named James Earl West, and they were about to up the ante. The members of the Dixie Mafia, whether they knew it or not, were living on borrowed time. That is when law enforcement into the plot. That's when the tables turned.


In the red clay is a production of imperative entertainment. It was created, written and reported by me, Sean Kay and I wrote and created the original music score. Executive producers are Jason Hoak and Jeno. Falsetto story editor is Jason Hoak, produced and engineered by Shane Freeman, Jason Hoak and myself, cover art and design by Gina Sullivan. Voice Sessions recorded at three Sound Studios in Atlanta, Georgia. Archival footage licensed courtesy of Brown Media Archives, University of Georgia and WSB TV in Atlanta, Georgia.


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