John,
When my dad was alive I used to bring him on a guy's trip to Myrtle every year. He would look forward to it all year long and talk about last year's trip all during the year. He was a blue-collar guy, a Teamster, the son of a coal miner who died in the mines a few months before my dad was born and he used to tell my mom that "if heaven isn't like Myrtle Beach, I'm not going".