I would like to be a hobo.
I don’t want to be what we now refer to as a ‘homeless person’, I want to be a hobo. A classic 1930’s-era hobo, complete with battered harmonica, plaid ‘kerchief bindle, plenty o’ tinned beans, nary a care in the world, a head full of tales spun by the fire, and a heart full of homespun wisdom! Continue reading ‘I Wanna Be A Hobo…’
The “Alphabet Soup” Edition
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