The country club.
Well, you just had to walk in, with your eyes adjustin' to the light and catch the owner of the bar sleepin' and his dog awakin' and barkin' and feel your skin crawl and heart pound and say, (ahem) is the bar open??
Sho Nuff, good beers and the dog is friendly, after all.
The tractors out side.
The head of Realtors that sell swamp land in south Florida.
Lady Luck, we all need her on our side.