Wednesday, February 22, 2006

On my way to work this morning, I walked past what I believe was a genuine, in-the-flesh hobo. Not just a homeless person, but a hobo! He was sitting under the railroad overpass, dressed in bulky camouflage, had a knapsack and a beard, and was playing the same short and fast melody on a harmonica over and over again. I was especially excited to spot a hobo in the flesh since I had just read the 700 Hobo Names in John Hodgman's book a couple of weeks ago. I was too shy to ask him if his presence meant the hoboes were indeed going to overthrow the government.


TB said...

Yes, but was he carrying a stick over his shoulder with a small bundle tied to it by a bandana? That is the true sign of a hobo. That, and very discernable 5 o'clock shadow.

Tits McGee said...

Okay, I followed the link and am stunned. The RZA is a hobo?!