TWA was really named Robert, My middle name is Robert, and It sometimes amazes my the number of close friends of mine who share the name. Im surrounded by Bob's. Anyhow TWA had once worked for them, and because of that so long as he did not loose his employee ID, he could fly. He was an Older man, and on the Tall side. He would disappear for months at a time, usually to go and stay for sometime with his daughter.

I remember seeing him in a McDonalds. Dressed in his inevitable red suit. I kid you not it must have been some sort of uniform coat, but it was the oddest shade of red. There he was and I had not seen him in months. I walked in and some suits where watching me, Imagine their faces, when instead of rousting this "nasty person" for them. I grabbed his hand patted his back and was just all filled with "Where yea been chat." Well he had been with his daughter, but he felt he was loosing his street smarts and it was time to come back. Unlike most, TWA had an out, he could live with his daughter but chose to live by his own wits no matter how humble that came too.

WallStreet has recently gone out of its way to remind us that sometimes we have criminal living in the finest homes. While one of the best men I know, lives under a bridge.