I love kids. When I was about twelve years old I used to walk a block to the grocery store, ( Tang's Market ) in Tucson, Arizona for a loaf of bread or milk or some candy and I used to run into this old man with a cane who used to take a walk around the neihborhood. This old guy loved to start up a conversation with us kids . . anything to talk, this guy was lonely . . always told the same jokes . . He used to say: " You know, I like you, you remind me a lot of myself ! " . . He'd go on to say he liked kids because he used to be one ! As corny as it sounds today, this stuff is imbedded in mind forever . . . Who the hell was this old guy ?