There is a one legged man who panhandles on the steps leading up to Neiman Marcus in the Galleria.  I forgot to ask his name.  He uses crutches.  He is holding out on getting a scooter, because that is the beginning of the end of your Independence.  Even though he is quite old, walking around on crutches has kept him strong.  He doesn’t have a prosthesis because his amputation is above the knee.  That is a bummer in the lost leg department.  My mom was lucky to be able to have a below the knee amputation.  This guy wasn’t so lucky.  An aneurysm cost him his leg.  I saw the cigarette  in his change cup.  I was tempted to lecture him on this bad habit, but I figured fate had been hard enough and I would not deny him one of life’s simple pleasures. He is a regular fixture on the steps on the Dillard side of Neiman Marcus.  Look him up and say hey.  And if you do, will you ask him his name?