Where da Munk?

I thought the 5th beatle was Joe...or am I getting Beatles and Stooges mixed up again??

Jake
 
Yeah. Well, don't know about Joe. I got a copy of that stupid day-in-the life of-an-idiot too. Yvsa, if you feel like it, post the doggerel, I'm sure munk won't care.
Munk told me Hollow was a great guy, but a raving Leftist Pinko. Sometimes Hollow says things, like suggesting munk could be 'knee jerk', that upsets him. Poor dear. I told him to stuff a pillow in his mouth and count the feathers.

The bottom line is; amongst our friends and family, everyone gets two legs and an opinion about how far his stride should be. It's no one's business to change another, and not a personal disaster if such friends disagree.

I told that guy to get off his high horse. He didn't listen. Last I saw of him, he was holding the Rose in his hands, murmering, 'sharper, sharper..."



Ed Know
 
Ed Know said:
...I was fortunate enough to meet some of the Hobos in the 1970's, or at least older men who rode the rails, lived sporadically in camps, and who knew of still older men who'd ridden in the glory days.
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The MYTH:

Reprinted from the Hobo Times

The following routes were compiled from a survey of hobos. There are many other scenic rides throughout North America.

1.) The LAMOILLE VALLEY (L.V.R.C.) and MAINE CENTRAL (M.C.) between Sheldon Junction, VT and Portland, ME. Ride over the Green Mountains and White Mountains of northern New England, especially beautiful during the colorful autumn.

2.) The NORFOLK & WESTERN between Hagerstown, MD and Knoxville, TN. Roll through the Shenandoah Valley, alongside the Blue Ridge Mountains, then over the Appalachian Mountains and alongside Great Smokey Mountains National Park.

3.) The FLORIDA EAST COAST RR between Jacksonville, and Miami, over three hundred fifty miles of coconut, citrus, and palm trees as the train passes through St. Augustine, W. Palm Beach, etc.---right on the Atlantic ocean.

4.) The BURLINGTON NORTHERN between Fort Madison, IA and Memphis, TN. Snake along beside the mighty Mississippi River, where remnants of Mark Twain's vivid characters, riverboats, barges, and bridges paint a pretty picture.

5.) The DENVER & RIO GRANDE WESTERN between Pueblo, CO and Glenwood Springs, CO. The magnificent Rocky Mountains provide a boundless backdrop as the train rumbles through Royal Gorge---along the Arkansas River.

6.) The BURLINGTON NORTHERN between Cheyenne, WY and Laurel, MT. The original flavor of the Wild West still exists in all its splendor on this trek past prairie dogs, herds of elk, cowboys, and the Big Horn Mountains and River.

7.) The BURLINGTON NORTHERN between Spokane, WA and Cut Bank, MT. Climb the Continental Divide, passing Sandpoint (on the Pend Oreille River), Whitefish (with crystal clear rivers and lake), and Glacier National Park.

8.) The UNION PACIFIC between Sacramento, CA and Klamath Falls, OR. Cross the American River in California's state capital, then head north up the rushing Feather River canyon, into the evergreens of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

9.) The UNION PACIFIC between Colton, CA and Salt Lake City, UT. For three or four weeks during the spring, this stretch of barren desert transforms into endless peaks and valleys of colorful flowers. Rugged purple mountains/awesome vistas.

10.) The SOUTHERN PACIFIC between Oxnard, CA and San Luis Obispo, CA. Catch a magenta sunset as it dips below the expansive Pacific Ocean. One hundred miles of uninhabited beaches make this trip adventurously unique.

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The REALITY:

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WAITING FOR NOTHING (1935)
Tom Kromer

I sit here on my bindle and watch him. He is only a shadow by the tracks. The cars whiz by. He runs along beside her. He makes a dive for this step, the rear step. What is this damn fool diving for the rear step for? Don't he know enough to nail the front end of a car? She swings him high, and in between the cars. He loses his grip. He smashes against the couplings. He screams. He is under. Oh, Jesus Christ, he is under! He is under those wheels. We run over. He lies there beside the tracks. He is cut to ribbons. Where his right arm and leg were, there are only two red gashes. The blood spurts out of the stumps. It oozes to the ground and makes a pool in the cinders.

We drag him over to the side. He is through. I can see that he is through. His eyes are half shut. They are dopey-looking. There is a grin on his face. It is a foolish, sheepish grin. No stiff likes to have a drag throw him. It hurts a stiff's pride to have a drag throw him. It hurts this kid's pride, too, so he has a sheepish grin on his face, and him with his two stumps oozing blood to the cinders.
 
I saw a bum get nailed by a train once. Not pretty. We get a lot of students killed by trains. Some walk on the tracks wearing headphones and don't hear the train coming. Others get so drunk they pass out on the tracks. We usually lose one or two to a train every year.
 
I guess trains are like oceans; you can't resist.

Like the dream you have where the tide goes out and you're too far from shore, just one more seashell; and it comes in, the Tide comes in.

Maybe we should run trains on steam power just because people like them that way.


Ed Know
 
Ed Know said:
Maybe we should run trains on steam power just because people like them that way.

Ed Know
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Hear! Hear! I miss the Choo Choo Trains, a lot.:(
There's nothing else like the sound of a lonesome steam whistle on a calm cold clear winter night!
Such sounds gave a man deep thoughts, and poetry.:D
The passing of the Choo Choo Trains was the passing of an era, since then the world has gone to hell in a handbasket.:grumpy: Just stop and think about it for a moment.:rolleyes:
All life was simpler back then.

Back then we had Hobos who would gladly work for a meal instead of asking for money.
Bums have always just been bums.:grumpy:
 
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