Yeah, Eddie V. When he wasn't in New York, he had this place outside of Camp Point, Illinois. Had the first gun rack in the county in his pickup truck, a rusty old 1952 Ford. Eddie V. would run all over the the back roads, drinkin' Atlas Praeger and Stag beer and tossin' the cans over to the passenger side where they'd fall out through the hole in the floorboards. He raised a few hogs, ran a trotline for carp, hung around the Dew Drop Inn in the evenings playing a little pinochle and having a highball or two. Not a bad guy when ya got to know him.