You know… the word “homeless”, gives you this very negative image. A filthy raggedy hobo… it’s no good. It’s too demeaning of a word if you ask me. It’s just not politically correct enough… If...
Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean—an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes...
On the eighth day, the forty-year-old hobo said to Billy: “This ain’t bad. I can be comfortable anywhere.””You can?” said Billy.On the ninth day the hobo died. So it goes. His last words were: “You...
To a homeless man, home is literally where the heart is.
Clothes are a homeless man’s home.
I’ve been all over the place in all kinds of living situations. Due to the fact that my mind is my own worst enemy. In a way I am perpetually and permanently in a state...
If life is music, I sometimes feel as though I was born on the off-beat of the song, and I love it. As Christian numbers reportedly decrease in America, my love for Christ feels as...
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