TheRealBill, you triggered the memory of a cousin Bill who lived in Connecticut. He and his pretty blonde wife also showed up when I was visiting my parents one warm for Christmas in Dothan, Alabama, having a newspaper reporter's job elsewhere in that state during the Seventies.
Thought it odd when Bill complained to his wife that he really needed a beer just after breakfast. Me dino wondered "Who the heck REALLY needs a beer shortly after breakfast?"
Lost track of cousin Bill until some time during the late Eighties. One of my brothers told me that Bill's wife had left him long before he moved to New Orleans I guess to keep warm. Guess he didn't know you can also freeze to death during a winter in the Deep South. That is how cousin Bill died as a homeless drunk.

Now I understand WHY they bang their heads against that wall . . .. thanks Dino