Friday, March 16, 2012
These railroad tracks run across outer Congress Street near Libbytown. During my teen years, I use to be real intrigued by the hobo lifestyle. I read nonfiction stories about life on the rails crisscrossing the country. One of my favorite authors, Jack London, led quite a life on the rails and off. Dad showed me where they camped and jumped the trains near Rigby Yard. His dad worked for the railroad, so he often would hang around the train yards. He said his pals were always jumping aboard the railcars, not always successful either. Even he had a scar on his knee compliments of a slip and a fall along the tracks. One morning while walking along the tracks behind the Fox Lumber Company, a fast-moving train was heading through the corner crossing towards Canada, and I spied a man atop a railcar, with his arms outstretched in a 'crucifixion pose'. That image created a few restless nights of sleep for this boy. I still think about it now.