After moving here from the Northeast in 1977, I quickly learned that to become a true Southerner required an abundant supply of duct tape, numerous cans of WD-40, and more than a couple of large ice chests to keep the beer cold. And, although I try to keep up, I'm still mildly picked on per my Boston accent and love of the Red Sox. But all is forgiven by the neighborhood reprobates because of the availability of my various-sized ice chests, with one, more often-than-not, containing plenty of free beer.
And just for the record, today is a bit overcast in Pensacola, but the temperature is a mild 68.
While I'm at it Spud, it's interesting that you mentioned Haffenreffer as it brought to mind a distant memory. Back in the early sixties while in college, I worked part time as a bartender at the then very exclusive Agawam Hunt Club in Rumford, RI. Membership was at that time almost exclusively old-money families from the area and definitely Anglo-Saxon oriented.
One notable exception was Carl W. Haffenreffer, grandson of Rudolph Frederick Haffenreffer, a German immigrant who arrived in Boston after the Civil War and founded the Haffenreffer Brewery. The brewery closed in 1965, after having operated for nearly a century, leaving Massachusetts without a brewery for the first time in 300 years.
But I remember Mr. Haffenreffer as being a very dignified gentleman who was always warm and kindly toward the staff.
Thanks for the memory-stimulant.