On Friday night I will present an award that is named in memory of my friend Frank, who passed away in 1988. I had weekdays off, so we would travel together up to Hunter Mountain for some skiing. One morning, we were stopped on the NY Thruway going way over the speed limit. Frank took out his wallet to get his license and displayed his gold shield as a federal agent. The police officer simply told him to have a nice day.
Some people have nice privileges.
Frank died while windsurfing in Florida. He lived every day to the fullest. They go to jail. Of course they do. They will explain that this is done because some people do not show up for their flights.