tr6bill, cant ever give a tip when my wife is around, she insists i give at least 2-3 times more then i should, im a bit loopy but nun the less generous, when i started working for meager pay and struggeling at butler aviation newark intnl.airport in the early 70's while in a hanger a well dressed mature looking gentleman came up to me shaking violently with eyes bugging out and speachless, i could see he was trying to give me something, he placed into my opened hands a pair of reading glasses that had a broken horn, he just nodded his head and stumbled away, i went and got a side cutters,plyers, and a length of heavy safety wire and fashioned a less then attracted yet fungtioning horn, he tried them for fit then without saying anything reached in his pocket and handed me 5 brandnew crisp 100 dallor bills, i came to learn he was a pilot for a "life flight" service who had both the engines on his learjet flame out some place over pennsilvania and was thus forced to deadstick the plane in, along with him were a nurse and a very ill man, i remember that event and how it effected me every time i give a tip. we worked on the plane for just over a month along with the f.a.a. and reps from learjet, we never found the cause, one morning it was quietly loaded on a truck and taken back to the factory. so my friends two things i learned, money dont mean squattolla if ya cant dead stick a learjet, and i should have been an optometrist.