This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The first thing that came to mind when I saw today’s photo was a song (Hobo Joe) I wrote a few years ago about the late great folk singer Woodie Guthrie. So here’s a story inspired by that song.
The fire dwindled.
The heel of bread in Joe’s pocket could wait until tomorrow. He hummed a new refrain, strumming C’s and G’s.
The boys were gonna jump the cow crate first thing tomorrow. Rumors said there was work a hundred miles down the track. Joe would be there. Each penny earned went to the family. No charity for Joe.
If the rumors were false, he could always play his battered guitar or paint signs.
He sang several verses about surviving and self-respect. The boys quietly nodded their heads. They might be hobos, but they weren’t vagrants or tramps.