 My dad enjoyed keeping Walter in wine. Every afternoon about three o'clock, Walter would slip into Tippy Nowse's shed and enjoy a glass of port. Mrs. Dunn was never far behind. She could see Tippy's shed from her back porch. She could see Walter slink and sneak in the door. Up the alley she'd go at a full tilt. She would stand outside beating her cane on the locked wooden shed door and hollering, "'Walter Dunn, I know you're in there!'