My dad for a beer in the fifties. After all those years of him popping for my college and you name it, I'd probably try to buy the round like, 'we're even now', but you know what? That's just me being me, man. I'm just being the vibration that God plucked for me. Some people are church organs and some people are slide whistles, I like to think of myself as a slightly out of tune stradivarious, but then again, aren't we all? Is it better to be a beautiful grand piano playing John Tesh, or a really inspired and hilarious moment on a kazoo? I can't say but I do know one thing, this is GREAT POT!!!!!