When I was a kid in Carthage,Mississippi a million years ago.Us kids
would sometimes see a Hobo (at the time,we didn't know what a Hobo was)
hanging around the Railroad tracks.We all called him the nickle man
because he would always give us a nickle (back in the early 1940's a
nickle was big money to us,you could buy a soda pop or a pack of nabs
for a nickle or if we had a dime,we could buy a comic book) and he liked
to tell us stories of where he had been.We used to run home and bring
him sandwiches and whatever else we could scrounge up out out of our
kitchens.Hoboes are Heroes.
cuhulin