I'm pretty sure that this guy liked to tip a few...judging from his aroma in the mornings when he showed up to work. Either that or his aftershave was marketed by the NL Liquor Corporation! It didn't matter to me at all. All in all he turned out to be a pretty good fellow just trying to make a living like the rest of us.
He probably drew the short straw back at the office (which incidentally was located in Corner Brook in those days) and got shipped off to the gawd forsaken hinterland that the Lord is reported to have given to Cain after he killed his brother! Living eight miles from town in a little camper for the summer in Western Labrador would probably drive anyone to drink.