Well, when I was four, my family lived in a dry county on the Pennsylvania/Ohio border. A vote was coming up to see whether or not the county was going to stay dry. My father took me down to the local courthouse and taught me to sing "In Heaven There is No Beer". I was singing it on the courthouse steps in front of a bunch of nuns and a local television station taped it and it made the evening news. I didn't get in any trouble, but my mom didn't speak to my father for weeks.
