My Hobo King
Hobo Spike was crowned Hobo King last month in Britt, Iowa. Unfortunately, there's no picture of Hobo Spike. I wonder if he ever met the St. Louis Hobo.
April 2000: After striking out at three gas stations and a Car Quest, the Northwestern road trippers finally got a leaky van tire patched for $10 at a St. Louis back alley repair shop. There waiting, I met the St. Louis Hobo. He liked to call himself a "train jumper" and liked that I was studying journalism at NU. He had been in a television documentary once.
He didn't look so good — the previous day he'd gotten hit in the face by a two-by-four — but he was in good spirits. He gave a big smile when he heard where I was headed that night. "Bruce Springsteen, huh? He's an all right guy."
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:45 AM
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