A distant acquaintance back at home in Honolulu, dubbed Tuxedo Man by sister and me, idly traverses the city during the day and makes the grungy #4/#16 bus stop bench his home at night. Coming home late at night, I have had plenty of chances to scrutnize this fascinating figure for the past twelve years, as he cuddles with his treasured baggage. A man in his late 50’s (maybe older now because it’s been over ten years now) he wears a dignified face that matches his amazingly well-kept suit, the only set of clothes I’ve ever seen him in. A red handkerchief peeks out of his breast pocket, and everytime a passerby sneezes, he whips out this handy piece of cloth to frantically scrub his face. His belongings consist of three plastic Safeway bags and no shopping carts. Hawaii has it’s share of homeless, despite being “paradise,� but Tuxedo Man is truly impeccable.This gentleman epitomizes the ideal homeless character: well-dressed, sanitary and neat.