Fourth boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine.

I came across two young hobos under a railroad bridge this morning, while walking the dogs. They wanted a place where it was easy to hop a train, and I suggested a few miles up the tracks. Halo was remarkably calm around these guys, he probably didn't smell the methamphetamine sweat, and the desperate crazy, of the local homeless that we encounter.

Lots of acorns falling from the trees, I could easily gather 50 pounds, but I'll stop with just a few pounds.

My new computer came to life last night, but I need to set up the drives and load an operating system. I may have enough junk for yet another computer, but we'll see if I have time to pursue that.