I'm beginning to wonder if our husbands aren't distantly related! My hubby isn't into trains, but there is something that will make him stop every time. Whenever he sees a poor soul sitting by a stop sign holding a placard that says "Stranded, need gas money" or "Veteran" or whatever, he always gives them some money. He's turned around right in the middle of the street because he's seen someone who looks really bad off. At least we have forged a bargain that if there is someone standing right next to the grocery, we'll go in and buy our weekly lot and then he can give them something. When we lived in another city, my hubby used to take a walk after his lunch, and he would usually happen on an old black gentleman in a wheelchair asking for donations, and he gave every time he saw him and they would have a little chat. I asked him why he did it and my hubby says, "He could be an old bluesman. He looks like a bluesman." Anyway, to make a long story longer, I've learned not to protest or hubby will take out the folding money
. Early on, when I asked him why he has this little penchant, he said, "Because that could be me. They don't have a wife that loves them or a nice life." Well, alright, I gave up!