Any of you monkeys want a banana?

It's funny how we see events when we're children. One of the events I remember very clearly is when I was about 6 years old. The whole family was in the car one evening ( I think we were visiting relatives) and we stopped in Cannelton, Indiana so my father could buy some wine. The reason he had to go to Cannelton was because Hancock County (where we lived) was a dry county and wine, beer, or any other alcoholic drink couldn't be sold there.

Now, I had never seen my father drink anything alcoholic, and was a little bit freaked out thinking he was going to become a wino. I found out afterwards that the doctor had suggested my father try drinking a glass of wine at night to help him sleep. At the time, though, it was kind of traumatic.

Some years later, I remember I was given a 12:00 curfew, and was running late (I was on foot). I arrived home about 15 minutes late, and figured I was in trouble. When I walked in the house, my father was sitting in the living room with my Uncle Armand from Indianapolis (his family was visiting for a few days). They were polishing off a case of beer. That was the only other time I saw my father drink anything alcoholic. I didn't know until years later how unusual that was.....