Frank rides his beat bicycle daily to the store, saves & begs coins to get his tall ones, then sits on the bench to cool down. He's actally quite fun to talk with, knows a lot about history & building houses. I can read between his drunken stupor lines. Somewhere along the way, the ***** got in the way, between his wife and him, then the kids before his place of employment, he lost everything, but his bike, some spare change & his cold ones.