Some advice from Andrew – Just in case we ever need it…
Once upon a time—in my far distant youth—I travelled the rails. I rode boxcars. Always by myself, but once I met up with a man named Jake and he tried to teach me the ways of the professional hobo.
One night after hitting a small town in Texas, he took me out foraging for food.
To be concise and succinct about it, the foraging took the form of going to the back doors of houses and asking for a hand out. I had done the same thing on occasion, but my modus operandi consisted of going to a restaurant’s back door.
Anyway, Jake told the eighteen-year-old boy that I was at the time, “The best pickings are in the poor sections of town. You never get turned down. Next are middle class neighborhoods. You stand a fifty-fifty chance in that neck of the woods. Then last are the rich neighborhoods…
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I figured the advice would help you out the most. Somehow I see you jumping off a train in Lubbock, Texas and wondering where to get your next meal. Try the house on the corner of Oak Ave. and 3rd Street. The white one with the green shutters, Jake and me got us some mighty fine apple pie from the missus that lived there. I was young, but I got the distinct impression that she was angling for a little something from Jake in return. For some reason she felt it imperative to let us know that her husband was not at home. Jake sighed, looked at me and then sighed again. “I got me the kid to look after. Maybe my next time through, I’ll stop by to see what kind of pie ya got.”
Later that night as we pulled out of Lubbock, Jake had a faraway and wistful look in his eyes.
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