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The railway workers disdain very likely stems from the number of serial killers and other fringe elements who think an open boxcar is an open invitation. There is even a gang who ride the freight trains these days who are quite deadly. I don't remember the name of this gang, but there symbol is a tattooed spider. This idea could bake if the hobos were given a psyche evaluation and then put to work in the rail yards, given housing, and provided with groceries, etc. But in the mean time I can neither give it a crossie or a fishbone. It should be noted that when I was a teenager my friends and I made use of the more direct path of rail lines to walk to different places, and I often considered "hopping" a train. |
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Also, most of the desdain comes from the fact that it is the hobo's who put the graffiti on the train the first place. no hobo, no graffiti. |
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Now, Hobo Cop might be an
interesting concept... |
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My grandfather rode the rails, before eventually becoming a railroad employee. |
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Once, the yard detective snuck up on a railcar containing my grandfather-to-be and a bunch of riders. The detective slammed the door closed, put a lock on it, and went off for reinforcements. |
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My grandfather used a piece of wire, and reaching through the crack between the locked doors, picked the lock. |
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Everybody got out of the car, the door was relocked, and the group went up the hill and hid to watch the detective return with club-toting reinforcements. Too much fun........ |
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