A man loses his small grandson at the shopping center. A uniformed security guard sees the boy crying and tries to comfort him.

"What's the matter", the guard asked.

"I've lost my grandpa!"

The guard asked, "What's his name?"

"Grandpa", the boy said

The guard smiled, then asked, "What's he like?"

The little tyke hesitated for a moment, thinking, then replied, "Crown Royal whiskey and women with big tits."

Sharp Eyed Little Fellow.

I remember hearing an interview several years ago with William Faulkner's daughter.She said what she remembered the most about him was that he smelled of Whiskey,pipe tobacco,horses,+ old leather.