Opal's husband, Hal - your basic southern good old boy. Had a gun collection, was a hunter, etc. One time we sat on his porch and split an entire watermelon. He taught me how to spit seeds far, at things, into a bucket. His taught his dog Patches to do the following trick: Hal would sit in a chair, and take a Brach's peppermint from his pocket, unwrap it, and put it halfway in his mouth. Then he'd say (around the peppermint) "Patches, gimme some suger!" - at which point Patches would run up his leg, over his giant belly, and bite half the peppermint away. Oh, I must have asked him to do this three thousand times.