We cousins had an iconic, audacious, and outrageous storytelling step-grandpa.
His life between hobo-ing for work across the country via railroad to joining our family was a mystery. His accounts were so wild and entertaining; no way they could all be true, but were any?
His adventures sent us dreaming, but our parents knew we were safe with him – mostly.
At twelve, he taught me to drive his old stick-shift truck after committing me to not telling mom.
Given one more day with him, I’d spend some clarifying actual history, but most of it capturing his barely plausible stories.
This photo was the featured photo for a great article about how the American hobo was NOT a bum and the man described could have been my step grandfather.