Years ago I was adopted by a homeless guy. My son befriended him through a church outreach and I got to know him because I was nervous about my son being around him. He was pretty harmless except for being an alcoholic and making up stories about his life. He'd never ask for money, just rides. Taught me some things about the homeless, who to trust, who was going to steal from you etc. He also told me how to hop a train and where to hide so you don't get caught, though I never tried it. We used to get him a hotel room when it was going to be freezing outside. He went to dinner with us a few times. He would work when he needed money. He even bought my wife and kids Christmas presents one year. I lost track of him when he went back to live with his dad for a while. Found out later that he died in the parking lot after a few nights in the Brownwood jail. He wasn't the only one which always caused me to wonder what was going on. Sorry for all the babbling on but I really miss Weasel.