Scribbles and Bits Challenge #85- livin' paradox

 "If only the ladies were diamonds and rubies and I was a Jeweler.. I'd polish their boobies.."        Flash sang to himself as he sewed on the shirts I'd been given. Flash was a real paradox.. as my grandpa used to say he was "rougher than a...

lonely hearts club

 well, some they will and some they won't and some they might someday some they do and some they don't and some you gotta pay...            15 miles west of Laramie.. clear and cold. below zero but we'd found some pitch pine and had a...

blue boy

      Haven't posted a hobo story for awhile, and this kinda ties into the scribbles theme of courage so:                         BLUE BOY        Utah watched lazily as I packed in another big armload of wood. “Gonna build a bonfire, Books?” ...

learnin' my name

    next part of my "Hobo stories"  blog..                                 LEARNIN' MY NAME      Utah and I were starting to go through my stuff.. he hefted my pack thoughtfully.. “not real bad. You weigh it?”      “Yeah.. right at 40 pounds.”...

Timberrr!

  continuing the stories of when I hoboed: the stories have their own blog "Hobo stories" for those who want to follow along..     I worked the next 3 days for Sarge. He had a big patch of woods and the wind had hit it hard. He had 2 big maples...

headin' out

       Around Thanksgiving 2010 there was a writing challenge: describe a memorable   Thanksgiving. My mind went back to the Thanksgiving I spent in a Hobo Jungle. and I was amazed at how clear the memories were after 43 years. It was like I was there...

gimmie shelter

      continuing the stories of my hobo days.. for those who want to follow along they have a seperate blog.. "hobo stories." this is how I met  great friend and Mentor, Utah Phillips..                                 GIMEE SHELTER         I...

sideswiped

       Another of my hobo stories.. they have a seperate blog if you missed any. speaking of "That's when I made my big mistake"..                                                                         SIDESWIPED        …The guys were still...

swappin' stories

                 SWAPPIN’ STORIES                     Nebraska.. Just west of Grand Island. Clear and cold.. the stars were bright as I’d seen in a while. I wish I’d brought along my Felson Cruiser Coat.. but I knew it would probably get stolen....

history hobo style

                                     HISTORY HOBO STYLE       Outside Grand Island, Nebraska.. a good day to be a Bo. Crisp and clear.. and a coal train had come through moving too fast.. the sway shook off coal all along the tracks. We’d got our...

Thanksgiving in the jungle

                                             THANKSGIVING IN THE JUNGLE       Fifteen miles West of Laramie and colder than a landlord’s heart.. snow spitting through a stiff wind. But we’re pretty cozy..       Four of us huddled around a...

surrogate

     SURROGATE        I just couldn’t sit still.. the walls were closing in on me. We’d been trapped in this little dugout since Thanksgiving.. only three days but it seemed like a month. nothing much to eat but fried potatoes. It had been full...

the great divide

                                   The Great Divide         Utah stood beside me in the boxcar door. “Okay Books.. get ready. She slows down for a tight curve up here. Now do what I told you.. bend your knees when you hit and then drop and...

requiem

                                          REQUIEM                        Of all the dumb things I’d done lately.. and there had been some beauties.. this was turning out to be the dumbest. I had acted on pure impulse.. just decided to hobo...