Here is my background with hobos. This year along with my good pal Hillary discovered the art of being a hobo. Strange you say... well yes, but in fact I found it quite the task.
It all started with my saying, "Ugh, I look like such a hobo today!" because many a time with early morning seminary, it became extremely difficult to dress myself in socially acceptable clothing at 5 in the morning.
Well as the saying became a big joke between us with our crummy track sweats that we wore at least once a week, we soon began finding ourselves in hobo-like situations. Track meets that would last
allllll day long with only a burnt blanket for shelter, (now named the hobo blanket) walking around all day at some orchestra festival, BYU day of France were we had to pretend we knew how to speak French while begging for food from snotty professors... well you get the point.
The fact is that we are becoming pro hobos.
When we went to Colorado this weekend, my
hoboism reached a new level!! There was this freeway entrance we drove past to get to our hotel, and every time we passed it, the same hobo was "at work" if you will, trying to make profit. I'll call him Hobo Bill. He became an item of interest.
We went on a run every morning, and on the last day we saw him and two co-hobos camping on the side of a canal. They had little bags and blankets to sleep on and they seemed to have worked out quite the system of
hoboism in Grand Junction!
Well as I looked at their little campground in wonder, no other than Hobo Bill, waved at me! I quickly returned the favor, and now I can say I've been accepted by the hobos!!
If I ever need a good co-hobo, I will keep my eye open for Hobo Bill.
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