starkm32
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Blue, the Jesus thing reminded me of the time I rode the rail from Steamboat Springs, Colorado, to Kansas.
Middle of February, with night coming, I tried to find an open boxcar, jumping from car to car.
All of a sudden, I had a premonition, and ducked down.
As I did so, an overpass whooshed by. Bejesus!
Lucky me.
After that, I just stayed, dangling my legs over the front of the boxcar. And waving to the car lights at the rail crossings, trying to keep warm in the February chill.
Five hundred miles later, and sunrise, I jumped off the train.
And had breakfast at the nearest 'spoon; Junction City, Kansas.
Then stuck my thumb out, and continued East, to Boston. 'Nuff of boxcars, and low overpasses.
Nuff of Frisco, and Beserkley, too many orange barrels got to my psyche.
Flower Power was dead.
Middle of February, with night coming, I tried to find an open boxcar, jumping from car to car.
All of a sudden, I had a premonition, and ducked down.
As I did so, an overpass whooshed by. Bejesus!
Lucky me.
After that, I just stayed, dangling my legs over the front of the boxcar. And waving to the car lights at the rail crossings, trying to keep warm in the February chill.
Five hundred miles later, and sunrise, I jumped off the train.
And had breakfast at the nearest 'spoon; Junction City, Kansas.
Then stuck my thumb out, and continued East, to Boston. 'Nuff of boxcars, and low overpasses.
Nuff of Frisco, and Beserkley, too many orange barrels got to my psyche.
Flower Power was dead.