At one point in the east sixties of Manhattan I became a late night park regular, exercising my dogs off leash around midnight when it was near empty and always gave a passing nod or a few words to the local drug dealers, vagrants and tranny hookers, who not only loved them but often had my back by giving me a head's up when there was someone else in the park who would object. One winter night when the temperature dipped to around ten degrees. I chatted with a couple of guys under the overpass and one said he'd get out of the cold if he could only afford a bus ticket to get to his sister in Philly for the holidays. After I got back to my apartment at 1am I bought a roundtrip bus ticket online in his name, went back and told him all he had to do was show up at Penn Station and give his name at the counter to receive the ticket. Turns out he had to work for that ticket after all - he had NO identification and had to stand in line I forget where (welfare office?) to get new ID so he could pick up the bus ticket. By the next afternoon he was out of the icy cold and en route to Philly, where he stayed with his sister for a week. Let me tell ya, if I was safe before in that park I was GOLDEN afterwards.