He was friendly as a warm bowl of soup. An affable guy, he always had a dimpled smile on his face and lived life unplagued by want.

I've mostly been a happy-go-lucky kind of guy.

The bus was crowded, standing room only, and he clung apelike from a bar that hung down from the ceiling. It was humiliating to be packed in with all these people; it reminded him of a cattle car or worse, a sardine can, or worse...but what could be worse than this?

Henry was very friendly, a happy-go-lucky guy and a gentleman.

He was the kind of guy, when things were down, he brightened them up. He was happy-go-lucky ... and that light shone around him all the time.

I'm a big guy, but I'm really simple with the food. I'll hit the In-N-Out or just the regular buffets.