 More times than not, as I stood up to go home, he would hand me a dollar. Nelson, give this dollar to your daddy and tell him when he gets to Mifflintown to buy me a bottle of port wine, have him hide it in the same place in Tippy Nouse's shed, and for heaven's sakes, don't let my wife find out. My dad would always smile when I handed him the dollar. A bottle of port wine probably cost a dollar back in 1920.