I never knew there was a name for it. When I was a kid, in the 1970s, there was a man wandering the town where my Gran lived. You'd see him, in his well-worn overalls and beat up shoes rambling about town. He walked everywhere, miles and miles he walked. He nickle-and-dimed everyone he dealt with. He lived in an old run-down farmhouse with stacked but not mortared cinderblocks for stairs up to a sagging wooden porch.

Gran told how he never had money and would beg around town. But, he was the richest man in town, a multi-millionaire. The main drag in the town is still named for his family.