I live South of Mobile, Alabama...I live in the woods (385 acres all wooded) on a 17 acre lake with my four dogs...
And then you post:
I don't know any Jewish people.
You can understand why (no kidding) I shot the matzoh ball soup out my nose when I read your post. :^)
Every year at Passover, my father would take down a bottle of wine he kept in a kitchen cabinet. He and my mother would sip a little bit. That was it for drinking until the next Passover.
In college, I once had two drinks (whiskey). I felt so sick I never drank again.
Truth is, I feel deprived of real alcohol appreciation.