I remember some of the Maritimes customs. Years ago we arrived in this town on business, without contacts. Our question to the taxi driver was "Where can we get a drink?" He said "You can't." After driving a while he said "Give me ten dollars." We did. He made a stop and brought back a bottle of Black Diamond rum. One of us said that we preferred whiskey. He said rum was the drink in the Maritimes. Then he asked if we wanted to go somewhere to drink it and we said yes. He took us to the Elks Club where we became instant members. I think most of the men in town were there. We bought mixers. I vaguely remember that the taxi driver made another trip (or so) but the rest of the night is a blank. The next day as well.