That bit about cracklin Rosie brought a story to mind. When my mom was first married, she didn’t drink at all. One night my Aunt & Uncle had a party in their apartment (the first floor of a house, my parents had the one upstairs.) My Dad & Uncles were trying to get my mom to have a drink. She said no to hard liquor but agreed to a glass of the Rose wine they had, she drank a couple of glasses as a matter of fact. Now what the guys were giving my mom was Four Roses – straight. They carried her up the stairs that night. It was the first & last time she ever got drunk. In the coming years my mom and a lady friend of hers would split a fifth of Manhattans my father would take along to dances for them. At the end of the night she was as sober as at the beginning. She never drank beer and only an occasional mixed drink other than her Manhattans.