My dad's sister married a farmer from Cassette SC. That's near Lucknow. So during the summers of my youth I would go to their farm and help them pick peas, melons, tomatoes, cotton and such. (Cotton was the hardest of all to pick btw) Anyway, we would take the tomatoes, melons, peas etc that we had picked...load them on my uncles pick up truck and haul to Camden where we would go door to door selling the goods. I was the runner taking the goods to the patron normally resting on her front porch in a rocker with the cash for our goods concealed in her bra...and they would all smile at me as they reached to pull it out as if I were witnessing something I hadn't seen before. Anyway, at the end of the day for my efforts my uncle always bought me an RC Cola and a Moonpie...and then a pack of Winstons that my parents never knew about. True story.