He was the bartender at Pancho's as they guys from NASA were trying to round up fighter jocks for the new space program.
Pancho's would have been a hell of a place to hang out back in tose days. Good steaks, drinks, and a few gals snagging up some of the flyboys.
Absolutely! I remember his one line, "Pssss . . . Hey . . . you want some whiskey?" He looked like a desert bootlegger . . . probably loved every minute of it.