Traveling on...

Although the title might might lead you to think that I have given up on this long term experiment in verbosity, I regret to inform you that it is not so. Neener neener.


What it does allude to is the fact that today's post has pictures of railroad tracks.  Those tracks somewhere and the mind seems to automatically wonder where they lead and what adventures might be around the next bend in the tracks. Not only do they stir the mind, but they almost beckon you to come and explore where they come from and where they lead.

Years ago there were people called hobos that traveled these rails.  Our culture romanticized their life and we heard tales of the men who traveled the rails and saw the world while leading a care free life.  There were many young boys that heard about the hobos and planned lives on the rails.  Especially after they learned that there were no showers, and you went to bed whenever you wanted, all while being in the company of your favorite little dog.

Then reality hit... candy costs money and hobo ain't got none. So they all decided to the circus instead.

In the meantime, we still have our dreams and memories.

--TT