Oh, I do. Please keep writing.
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Oh, I do. Please keep writing.
Oddest event was walking between rails when one train was going south, and the other north.One of the things that worried me about trying to ride the rail was not knowing where the thing was going
I will definitely check them out.Oh, I do
Got a few threads here that'll take up a large amount of time, if you have it
Thank you
Years ago I was driving through a very isolated part of the Nevada desert, on one of those roads where you only see another car maybe once an hour. Saw a hitchhiker at least 20 miles from the nearest intersection, further from any kind of house or town. I picked him up, turned out he had been riding a train that stopped in the middle of nowhere and he was thrown off. Not sure if he would have made it had I not picked him up.One of the things that worried me about trying to ride the rail was not knowing where the thing was going. Do you just hop in without knowing?
Hmm, I washed my clothes in the bathtub, didn’t have a bucket, could not afford a bucket. The salivation army provided breakfast and dinner. I could never afford lunch. The Army provided three square meals,I was homeless for a couple days once, but a series of very kind strangers gave me money, found homes for the rescued puppies I was lugging around in a box, gave me a bed and food, connected me with a man who located someone whose kids I could nominally babysit (one was old enough to babysit the others which had been the family's plan) for a month while the mom was out of the country, and subsequently the man found me a job and arranged for me to get a government subsidized apartment. And an agency gave me a starter set of bed, space heater, plate, one set of cutlery, etc.
I had to wash my laundry in a bucket for a while (probably just until I received some money from my parents) but everything worked out.
I had that experience once. Turned out, the pot we were smoking was laced with angel dust (PCP).Oddest event was walking between rails when one train was going south, and the other west.
Got dizzy
Had to sit down
Really?Some yards have some friendly keepers in the shacks.
They can tell you what rail, where and when.
Or, they can run you off.
Most times I didn't care where, as long as it wasn't where I was at the time....
I can imagine it. I turn to stone when I'm waiting for a passenger train and an express freighter goes roaring through shaking the ground to the core.Oddest event was walking between rails when one train was going south, and the other north.
Got dizzy
Had to sit down
"Riding that train, high on cocaine ..."I had that experience once. Turned out, the pot we were smoking was laced with angel dust (PCP).![]()
Jesus!Years ago I was driving through a very isolated part of the Nevada desert, on one of those roads where you only see another car maybe once an hour. Saw a hitchhiker at least 20 miles from the nearest intersection, further from any kind of house or town. I picked him up, turned out he had been riding a train that stopped in the middle of nowhere and he was thrown off. Not sure if he would have made it had I not picked him up.
That was in my youth, not sure I would be brave enough to pickup such a hitchhiker today... hope I would.
Yeah, I get that.I can imagine it. I turn to stone when I'm waiting for a passenger train and an express freighter goes roaring through shaking the ground to the core.
Don't they have "No Drinking" signs along the rails .... sort of like Burma Shave on the tarmac?Yeah, I get that.
The two trains weren't really going all that fast.
And there was plenty of room between them.
But, it was like I was getting sucked into a tornado.
Made my head spin.
Even had to close my eyes while sitting.
Otherwise that beer wouldn't've stayed down
Lotsa signs/warnings for HobosDon't they have "No Drinking" signs along the rails .... sort of like Burma Shave on the tarmac?
I haven’t been on many passenger trains worth mentioning:Lotsa signs/warnings for Hobos
Oh, I bet they were some experiences.I haven’t been on many passenger trains worth mentioning:
Well, I've seen passengers hanging out of the doors and lying flat as flounders in fear on the roofs (particularly in India and Egypt) but not me!Oh, I bet they were some experiences.
Did you ride on the inside?
Really?
Reminds me of a joke;Years ago I was driving through a very isolated part of the Nevada desert, on one of those roads where you only see another car maybe once an hour. Saw a hitchhiker at least 20 miles from the nearest intersection, further from any kind of house or town. I picked him up, turned out he had been riding a train that stopped in the middle of nowhere and he was thrown off. Not sure if he would have made it had I not picked him up.
That was in my youth, not sure I would be brave enough to pickup such a hitchhiker today... hope I would.
Sorry to hear that. But at least you don't have a dog to worry about. I know you have a rabbit but I think more landlords will accept them over a dog. I hope you'll do okNo, I have never been homeless but I now have that same fear living in a subsidized apartment.
You needed to take a faster train.Yeah, trouble seemed to follow me...sometimes it waited for me in the next town
A true story:Reminds me of a joke;
Picked up a hitchhiker
Seemed like a nice guy
After a few miles, he asked if I wasn't afraid he might be a serial killer
Told him the odds of two serial killers in the same car were highly unlikely
Yeah, that can get sticky."I'm not worried," he repled, then stuck his hand back into the panel to the left and pulled out a loaded revolver.
I don't like guns. I don't want them and I don't want to see them. First of all, I am a war veteran, a soldier for 3 years. In addition to that (as a civilian) I've been under mortar attack, rocket attack, and shot at in Beirut and Rhodesia and have guns pointed at me in Tanzania (by the police), in Cambodia (by the Khmer Rouge), at a traffic light (in the US), and in someone's home (also in the US).Yeah, that can get sticky.
Hate being unarmed when somebody is.
Also hate being shot at...or shot.
Rounds whizzing past yer skull is a bit unnerving
shot at in Beirut and Rhodesia and have guns pointed at me in Tanzania (by the police)