You can tell a lot about people by what's in their pockets. You might find a horseshoe nail in a farrier's pocket, a pipe that doesn't smell like tobacco in a doper's, a duck call in a hunter's vest, throwing rocks in a juvenile delinquents and an assortment of buckles, snaps and latigo in the apron pocket of a saddlemaker. The back-pocket-wallet of a Hell's Angel will be hooked with a chain but it's the plethora of unmarked thousand dollar bills in the pockets of a Congressman that ought to be more securely tied down. Easy come, easy go.