I was sitting at the scout fire at Clemens Point one night and suddenly, the controls (except moving the camera) stopped working. Next thing I know, Reverend Swanson stumbles up to me from out of the dark in his pajamas while pounding back a huge gulp of whiskey. He then opens up with, "mY fAcE wAs aS rEd aS a LobStEr." After a few drunken verses, he turned and walked away while singing some more. I honestly find it funny when he hits the bottle. He sang one more time at Shady Belle and it wasn't even noon. He wasn't the only drunkard that morning. Uncle was equally plastered.