"At the right price, I'm sure you could," Neal admits, with regard to the cost. Fifty-some years later and it would be a pretty penny — past five grands a bottle — but one of the benefits of being in a town trapped in the 50's is that items that are known later to be of quality and rarity are much easier found and obtained. It's a little like Marty McFly in Back to the Future with his book on baseball statistics: an easy bet.

"I was a teacher once or twice. And an art appraiser. And briefly a sommelier. Kind of a jack of all trades," he says, although he is actually holding back on some of the more boastful items on his curriculum vitae; revealing a history of making billions of dollars off of forged artwork seems only for very special occasions. Particularly since he's incredibly poor at the moment. 

"What do you do?" Always curious, he's doubly so (pun intended) knowing this guy has his face and is likely much more well-known around town.