My young brother was out shopping one fine Topeka day and as he approached the Walmart entrance he came upon a young couple being accosted by several skinheads. It was a nasty pushing and shoving, profanity laced, intimidating altercation. Tim walks up and shouts at the skinheads to stop. Which they do and immediately start screaming and threatening my brother. Tim's response is to shout. I'm FBI and if you guys don't beat it, I'm taking you all in. (Tim's credibility on this was helped by the fact that he is 6' 3'' and looks like his great-grandfather, one of the NYPD's 40 Immortals). The skinheads head for the Flint Hills.
Relieved of this trouble Tim proceeds into the Walmart where he encounters the young couple. The young woman is in tears. Her husband has his arms wrapped around her and turns his head to my brother. "Thank you so much for stopping them. Are you really FBI?" "Yes that's true," says my brother with a smile. "Full Blooded Irishman." Quick on his feet, too.
