I used to take my uncle Chic hunting in his later years. Up at 4am, bacon and ham and eggs at his place at 5, hit Lyon's general store at 6. His wife was concerned about his health and the fact he had a few pounds on and had him on a healthy diet. When he would come out of the store, he had a box of Joe Louis and a paper bag filled with Sweet Marie's and Oh Henry's... and a Sweet Marie in his hand, munching away. All gone by the time I delivered him home in the evening.