They had pale beer, and they put alcohol in the bottom. It was hot in the summer, and it was so cold you could see the frost
on the outside of the container…It tasted so good and cold, I said wow. They said, 'man, you ready for another,' and I replied, 'yeah.' After about
the third one they said when you going to blow. I said I was ready, but when I tried to get up I couldn't get out of the seat. They said, 'man, this cat come up here and got hootied.' So from then on the cats started calling me Hootie."
- Frank Driggs and Chuck Haddix, from "
Kansas City Jazz: From Ragtime to Bebop -- A History"