I had to go into Boston for some business yesterday. After parking the car, I walked to the office building I was going to. Along the way I passed several street bums. One particularly dirty guy who really stunk came up to me and asked me for some money so he could get something to eat. Half-jokingly, I asked him how did I know that if I gave him money for food he wouldn't just go fishing instead. He looked at me funny and said, "Fishing? I never go fishing. I spend my days trying to stay alive on the street."

Getting serious, I then asked him if he would just spend the money on beer. He answered, "You may not believe this, but I do not drink. Not a drop."

I told him to come with me. I was going to bring him home and have my wife fix him the best meal he's ever had.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I know I'm pretty filthy and I probably don't smell too good."

"You'd be doing me a favor," I told him. "I want to show my wife what a guy who doesn't fish or drink beer looks like."