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Friday, December 24, 2010

SONG: Brightest & Best

Merry Christmas Eve!  The library is open until noon today and not at all tomorrow, hopefully I get a chance to check in before the New Year.  If not, I'll see you in 2011!

I moved my blankets and towels into a old abandoned schoolhouse late yesterday afternoon.  I was hoping to find some other transients huddled up there, but after sitting up for most the night over a low flame no one else came to join me.  Everyone else is smarter than I, several hundred miles south or west!

Unfortunately there were no usable items left on the first floor of the school house.  The area it is in was flooded fairly heavily in 2008 and there is still a dank, musky smell to the wood.  It gets especially bad when I have a fire, the rotting beams started smelling like wet dog when my flames were built up.  Still, it keeps me out of the wind, and hopefully I'll find some other leftover transients around town before long and we can band together somewhere else.

For tonight, though, it looks like I will be singing the old hobo Christmas tunes solo.  The road of a transient can be accompanied by others, but is very often traversed alone.


Brightest & Best

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all!

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart’s adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.



Happy Christmas to you all.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Thursday, December 23, 2010

QOTW: Living Conditions

I open the Mail Bag, and what do I seek?  Here in my right hand, the Question of the Week!

Next time it may be, your question to Tom.  Email it, TrainTomOtt@Gmail.com!

Where do you sleep?
- Kyle B., Livingston County, New York

Well Kyle, it's interesting you ask that at this juncture, because I've been actively looking for new accommodations.  The weather has started getting really cold, and it won't be long before snow really starts cramping my style!

In the warm months I really like sleeping out under the stars, so a nice sleeping bag is all you really need.  In the summer I actually try to avoid the cities at night, choosing to retire a few miles out of town in a quiet park or graveyard where I'm unlikely to be disturbed.  As the weather starts getting rainy in the latter part of the year, I usually migrate into the city and either find a structure to sleep under or build my own semi-permanent lean-to.

That's what I've been in since late September, a nice little lean-to I built with a friend of mine named Burris, who was not in town long after (true transient!).  It's lovely, solidly built out of wood, stone, good river mud and leaves.

Since the weather started getting cold, I've been lighting a barrel fire on either side of the lean-to an hour or so before bed, which warms it up nice from both sides.  I don't allow the fires to burn after I go to sleep, because I have known many transients who have burned to death trapped in their own lean-tos.  Instead, I set grates on top of the burn barrels and heat up stray bricks I have found.  I then wrap the bricks in cloth and sleep near them.  Between these tactics and my supply of blankets and old towels, I have been able to keep relatively comfortable through the night.

Lately, though, the frigid cold through the night has started to become unbearable, and I will need to find somewhere else to lie my head within the next few days.  More than likely I'll have to transport my collection of blankets and towels from my lean-to home to an abandoned building somewhere, where I can at least be more securely in out of the elements.

My goal, though, is to locate a friendly group of Steam Men and ask if I can join their rank & file throughout the coldest months.  Steam Men, as a rule, are not particularly accommodating to strangers--especially ones who don't arrive until they're looking for a handout.  Still, there is an exception to every rule and I am hoping to seek out some genuine hospitality this Christmas season.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

RECIPE: Krabb Kakes

Neat little recipe I got from Beantown, who will be leaving for the Florida pan-handle this afternoon.  I'm going to give it a whirl tonight!

New England Style Krabb Kakes
Ingredients:
2 generous handfuls of fish meat, any type
Fish oil
1 handful of saltine cracker mash
1 chicken egg or 2 robins eggs
3 fast-food style Mayonnaise packets
1 dill pickle
Butter or lard
Stream water
Shallow bowl
Bucket
Metal grate
Pan or hot stone

Fill your bucket about halfway with stream water, place on an open flame. Add fish oil to water. Allow water to boil up good and hot so that steam bellows up.  Place metal grate over bucket and lay fish fillets over grate.  Let them steam for a full hour, flipping them every ten minutes or so.  After an hour, remove fillets from steam and allow them to cool until they can be handled.

Slather butter or lard onto the pan or hot stone, set aside.  Mash up the fillets and place the slurry in a shallow bowl.  Add crushed up saltine crackers, mayonnaise, egg and smashed pickle.  Mix thoroughly with hands, then form the paste into small cake-size portions.  Lay cakes out on pan or hot stone.

Place pan or hot stone on hot grate.  Allow to fry until cakes become golden brown.  Garnish with mayonnaise, relish or ketchup if available.

Bon appetit!

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Barnfire Swap 2010 Results

NOTE: This post contains some adult language, please distribute only to appropriate parties.


I got up early this morning to head out to the Barnfire Swap, as these are sometimes rather sprawling events and I wanted to get a good spot.  Turns out there were only eight of us total, and there was some general lamenting that it wasn't held earlier in the month--or even late last month--to get a better variety of swappable goods.  Part of me thinks that's the reason I was invited in the first place, as most of the vagrants have already migrated out of the area and there are slim pickins left!

Either way, I had an enjoyable time, made some new friends and...most importantly...came out ahead!

I arrived with a large 111 oz tin of chili beans.  That's right, I said 111 oz!  Restaurant size!  There were more than a few disappointed looks that I hadn't brought my bicycle Mathilda with me to swap away...I'm guessing that was another main reason I was invited to the event!

Anyway, here is a list from memory of the participants and their swap items.

Train Tom - 111 oz tin of beans
Ezra - Flute
Corncob - Sjambok (weapon)
Black man (didn't catch his name) - Electric razor
Yellow shirt man (didn't catch his name) - Pair of thick gloves
Finger Fuck - Down comforter, dirty but in good shape
Jake Brake - Box of eight Bernzomatic "wind resistant" lighters
Man with one shoe (didn't catch his name) - Umbrella

Beantown was the Swap Caller, so he didn't bring anything and we each paid him a quarter for his services.

From the moment I analyzed the field, I wanted those lighters.  I figured of all the items there, they would be the ones that would serve me best through the coming months (matches can be so finicky in a strong midwest breeze).

For those of you who have never been at a swap meet, usually it will go that you pair up in groups of four, with a Swap Caller telling you when to swap.   The swap caller decides when you switch groups. On a hard swap, you have to swap with one of those in your group.  On a soft swap, you have the opportunity to keep what you currently have.

It was a little awkward, everyone kept vying for either the lighter or the gloves, and a few had a strategy because I guess they had been to a swap with Beantown calling before, so they thought they knew his system. But the good items kept ending up going back into circulation until the Final Swap, which in a Barnfire Swap Meet is called the "Late Hook".

When the Late Hook was called, I was holding the lighters.  Since the Late Hook is always a hard swap, I knew I had no chance but to keep them.  The gloves were in another group, so I scrambled to cut a quick deal with Corncob, who had the blanket.  He gladly accepted, as you can imagine!

So, in the end, not a bad day.  I had come across the beans for free (they've been expired for a while, but would still make a good three or four days worth of suppers!) and for them I got a nice blanket that I'm sure will serve me well this winter.

I'll get to try it out tonight...which is good, because I hear the temperatures are going to head south real quick later today!

I think everyone from the Swap besides Corncob (a permanent local resident) and Beantown are heading out tonight for the winter.  Hopefully some of them will return in the spring, they seemed like a solid group.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Barnfire Swap

I've been asked to the annual Barnfire Swap, tomorrow 8 AM!  Going to bed early so I can have my facilities about me when I go trade!

Will check in tomorrow night to share how it went!

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Friday, December 17, 2010

SONG: "Waltzing Mathilda"

In honor of my new ladyfriend, Mathinda the Bicycle, here are the lyrics to a traditional Australian anthem that happens to be a vagrant campfire favorite as well!

Waltzing Mathilda

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil,
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred
Down came the troopers One Two Three
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Waltzing Mathilda Waltzing Mathilda
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman sprang in to the billabong
You'll never catch me alive said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.

Waltzing Mathilda Waltzing Mathilda
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Mathilda with me.


In solidarity,

Train Tom

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Princess Mathilda

Most of the local vagrants are heading south, and I can't say I blame them.  The cold air is starting to take on a nasty bite to it, and it won't be long before hazards like lung damage and frostbite come to the forefront of every transient's mind.  Keep an eye out for more tips for staying warm this winter, for those of us transients who are stuck out in the cold for the long haul this season.

Word around the campfire has it that a Barnfire Swap is in the works for next week.  For those unfamiliar, a Barnfire Swap is the last swap meet of the year, usually taking place in mid-December before the last holdout migrant transients head south or west.  The idea is that it will give the lads one last chance to trade away unneeded items for ones that will be more useful on their journey.  The criteria can be very selective as to who is invited to this exclusive local event, because the last thing a vagrant needs before making the long journey toward a warm climate is to be swindled out of something they could use.  I've only been in town since early November, and my best chance of a referral--my friend Bread--already left town headed toward Augusta. I'm not sure if I'll be asked to join in or not.

On a happier note, one of the old men leaving town yesterday morning gave me a tip that proved very fruitful.  He said at the beginning of the season, when he was coming in from the north, he saw what he assumed was a bicycle off of Gray Hollow Road (known through the early 1970's locally as "Dump Road").  He was hungry and tired at the time and didn't go after it.  He drew me a crude map on a brown paper bag and said it would be worth my time to go check it out, since I would be staying in town.

I'm sure glad I did!  It was a 15 mile walk each way, which was a strain on my bad leg, but I headed out during the sunny part of the day and it was actually quite a pleasant trip.  I slept under the stars at the crotch of Gray Hollow Road and walked the rest of the way to the aforementioned spot (marked with an "X" on the sack).  Lo and behold, about thirty paces off the road was a bicycle wheel!

I was still skeptical--perhaps it was only the wheel and none of the rest, or maybe after a summer (at least) abandoned out here the bike would be rusted to nothing.  It was semi-buried under quite a bit of undergrowth and leaves, but was in relatively good shape aside from two flat tires and some rust spots.

I trudged her to the nearest Kum & Go and aired up the tires, which were both puncture-free, and rode her the rest of the way back to my bridge-home!  I only fell off twice.

Once home I shined her up real pretty with some turpentine and a knuckle-full of traded-for turtle wax.  I named her Waltzing Mathilda, after the old Australian tune.  Isn't she a beaut?




I'm tempted to engage her in the Barnfire Swap, should I be invited--I'm sure she'd be a valuable commodity to a southward traveler--but she might just be too pretty to part with!

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Featured Content

I have some big news to share, and I didn't get to the library until almost closing time.  I've been bursting at the seams all day waiting to tell everyone!

A good vagrant friend of mine named Gumball from the west coast keeps a P.O. box that he checks every few months.  I sent him a letter around the time I started this blog describing it and asking him if he maintained an electronic mail address.  I received a reply back from Gumball last Monday morning, telling me he does have an e-mail address and he'd love to hear from me more regularly.

I e-mailed him yesterday and asked him if he had seen the blog and if he would consider writing a guest piece for it.  He said he was honored to be asked, and he agreed to be a featured contributor to the blog!

Stay tuned, he said he hopefully will get something written within the next few weeks.  I can't wait to see what insight Gumball has to share with us all!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Orders & Sects: The World of the Modern Vagrant

You've no doubt seen me use the term Carpet-Walker a number of times in this blog.  For those non-vagrant readers out there, please understand this is a term of endearment and is not intended to have negative connotation.  It's no different than the term 'vagrant' itself...many assume this word has a negative connotation, but it's all in the intended use.  I happily consider myself a vagrant, and I hope the non-vagrants out there happily consider yourselves carpet-walkers.  There is no offense intended on either side.

The intent of this post is to further dissect some of the classifications of vagrants.  In my experience, every modern vagrant will fall into at least one of these categories, but it's not unusual for ones to be part of more than one.

Rail Men - The oldest and most secretive order of transients.  A common misconception is that any vagrant who hops on a train or lives temporarily near some tracks is automatically a Rail Man.  That's simply not the case.  A Rail Man is part of a very specific order, filled with it's own history and lineage, social mores, customs, language, dialects, symbols, hand signs and binding rules.  I myself was a rail man for a number of years, though I do not currently participate in Rail Riding and am therefore automatically removed from the sect.  NOTE: Although I do have much experience living a life on the rails, I will not be sharing very much specific information about this lifestyle, the hand signals or the terms involved with it.  I do this both out of respect for the secrecy of this group and out of a healthy fear of potential repercussions for doing so.

Bridgers
While bridges are a common gathering point for any sort of vagrant, Bridgers take this to a whole new level.  These men find a bridge they like and will often stay there for months, even years, before moving on.  This is often due to age or medical conditions that don't allow them the fully transient lifestyle they may have practiced in the past.  I like to find a Bridger when I move into unfamiliar territory, as they are often very knowledgeable about the area and the vagrants currently residing there.  They also will often have semi-permanent cooking accommodations, since they plan to stay put for an amount of time, so they might have a grill, a variety of clean pans, access to clean water and other benefits.  NOTE:  While the majority of elderly Bridgers are very friendly and accommodating, sometimes these men are very protective of their territories and are hostile to outsiders.


Urban Foragers
Foraging for food is a common link between all vagrants, but these men take the practice to a whole new level.  They are often proud to say they have lived without paying cash for food for X number of months or years.  They are experts at making the base ingredients for their foodstuffs from scratch, using what is freely available from their surroundings.  The results can be amazing.  I met an Urban Forager named Kelvin one time in Bartlett, Tennessee, and he was able to produce a Tomato & Bacon French-style salad dressing that tasted better than anything store bought I have ever tasted.  He would routinely locate the base ingredients within a sixteen city block radius (including a corner of a state park), and had a trash bin he would ferment the slurry in that would eventually become the dressing.  He would portion off some of the dressing for himself and trade the rest away.  These men are truly artists and are completely devoted to their craft.


Merches
True tradesmen.  These men don't bother with labor, they simply buy and sell and skim some off from the profits to survive on.  There are still some that go the "gold watches in the trenchcoat" route, although the internet, free wifi and public libraries have brought many of these men online.  There they will buy an item from a local Swap Sheet or social media group, and then even before they pick it up will list it and try to resell it for a small profit.  It's not a bad idea to locate a local Merch when entering a new village, because they will often have an excess of inventory and are looking to move it for a quick trade.  A great deal can often be found utilizing these men's services, as volume of products bought and sold will often outweigh profit margins.  Be sure to haggle!


Steam Men
Like Bridgers, Steam Men will often be slower in relocating than the average transient.  These ones tend to gravitate toward industrial settings.  Unused warehouses, industrial buildings that are for sale and not in use, large, sprawling dead factories--these are the homes of the modern Steam Men.  One interesting fact I have noticed about these men is that they will often tinker with any leftover equipment still available in these industrial settings, either using them to create industrial art or to re-engineer them into a useful piece of equipment.  They aren't necessarily the most social or generous of vagrants, but Steam Men tend to be very knowledgeable and practical people.  They also tend to form small groups, their own "families", and they will literally die for their "brothers".


Grass Walkers
These are the transients that tend to avoid cities.  Since small towns are notoriously inhospitable to vagrants (especially in this day & age), Grass Walkers will often set up camp in rural and secluded areas, such as large ranches or state parks.  They will often hunt, fish and forage for their meals, and are often considered 'loaners' because they don't customarily gather to share ingredients in a communal bowl.  It's unlikely you'll happen upon a Grass Walker unless you are specifically looking for one and are told where to search.


Camp Boys
Camp Boys are similar to Grass Walkers except for the fact that they are more social and will often exist as part of a close-knit group.  These men will fashion their own tents and will set up semi-permanent camps in areas that they feel are close to available resources and will go relatively undisturbed.  There are fewer and fewer of these sorts of vagrants around, at least in my experience, because groups are more easily noticed living uninvited on someone's rural property than individuals would be.


Shiners
Masters of alcohol production, beverages that will vary widely but are generally referred to as either Hobo Shine or Hobo Wine.  Similar to Rumrunners or Moonshine Producers of old, Shiners operate on the fringes of the law and will often only sell or trade their product to other vagrants.  The exact type and quality of the alcohol--everything from vodka to beer to very diluted wine--will vary widely by region NOTE: When buying liquor from a Shiner, be sure to inquire locally about his reputation and skill level.  The vast majority of these men run a clean and reasonably sanitary operation, but the conditions that a few operate in are quite unfortunate.


Street Hoofs
This is kind of a catch all term for vagrants that prefer small to mid-sized cities.  I would be considered a Street Hoof today, as I wouldn't currently qualify as a Rail Man.



Side Men
When asked to bring ingredient for a pot of communal hobo soup, what would you think to bring?  Maybe some meat?  A potato?  Some beans?  These are all wonderful ingredients.  However, often overlooked are the side ingredients that add to the flavor or detail of the meal.  Spices, binding agents, brines, relishes, condiments--these sorts of ingredients are often overlooked, but are critical to the dish.  This is the specialty of the Side Men.  They might invest in a chicken breast whose only use is to flavor a season's worth of chicken broth.  Instead of wasting money on a can of broth, a Side Man will spend his money on the meat and use it to create gallons and gallons of his own.  Every group of vagrants ought to include at least one competent Side Man.

Vera Fosters ("VF"s)
Female transients.

Haps
I am probably going to get some heat in the comments section for being so blunt, but the best concise way I can think to describe Haps is this:  Haps are aggressive, often violent social vagrants that will often ostracize strangers.  Yes, they are very familial.  Yes, they will often go to great lengths for their hobo brothers.  But the fact of the matter remains that if I come into an area and find it to be inhabited by Haps, I leave without looking back.  In certain cities it seems that the entire population of vagrants there are Haps.


Skokies
Another kind of catch-all term for vagrants that are very communal.  Said to be named for a group of transients that would meet in the city of Skokie, Illinois every spring and band together until winter time, when they would go their separate ways south or west.  Some vagrants prefer to dine alone, prepare their own meals.  Those of us who eat the majority of our meals from a communal pot are Skokies.


Lambs Tails
The opposite of a Skokie, a Lambs Tail is a vagrant that eats the majority of their meals alone.


Hobo Historians
These great men preserve and pass on the stories on of our spiritual ancestors, the vagrants of years gone by. Too many of us try to live our lives only in the present, and since transients are so inclined to "look forward, not backward", it is easy to forget the great men who forged this way of life.  This history of vagrants in America is wonderful, engaging, tragic and beautiful, and these men will tell the tale in a way that will bring a tear to your eye.  Beyond this, some of these men are also experts in the history of vagrants from around the world, stories and lessons that will often go back hundreds and hundreds of years.  Many of them are willing to share this information for free, but I encourage everyone to offer these men a trinket or a meal for their tales.  Keeping these men fat and healthy is an important way to keep our history alive for the next generation to hear and appreciate.


Bell Men
Some transients live in a remote area, either a forgotten section of a city or in a rural area.  Often these ones will try to form a 'human chain', ensuring there is at least one transient within earshot.  At certain times of the day they will ascend to a high point, such as the top of a tall tree or the roof of a building, and will communicate messages up and down the line through the ringing of bells.  Information such as warnings, gathering points, passwords, news and other such communique can be transmitted through this human chain.


Black Tips
These are the news-gatherers in a group of vagrants, named for the darkened fingertips one will acquire when pawing through newspapers.  Their day will be centered around gathering local, state and national news that is relevant to the group of vagrants they associate with.  If they have a semi-permanent place of residence, such as a corner under a bridge or in a building, they will often plaster the walls with newspaper clippings and their own writings.  Some Black Tips I have encountered will even produce their own hand-written vagrant newspapers for distribution among the group, complete with editorials, classifieds, obituaries and comic strips.

Humphries
Presumably named after President Hubert H. Humphrey, these are the traditional leaders among a family of vagrants.  If it is a blood-related family, the patriarch will often be considered the group Humphrey.  In the rare case a war is declared between families, the Humphries on either side will be in charge of deciding both the terms and the conclusion of the event.


Medias
Communication by printed word is still a common way for vagrants to communicate with each other, such as in Swap Sheets, classified sections of the newspaper, online sales and other ways.  Often an ad will be placed where every third letter is coded to spell out a certain message, such as a password used for a secretive hobo gathering.  If you need to get a cryptic message posted in a local periodical, you will need to find the local Media vagrant.  For a fee he will transcribe your message into an a singles ad or an ad for a vacuum cleaner for sale.


Thumpers
Thumpers are vagrants with an agenda to push, often as Christian ministers or bastions for a certain political party.  They are generally unpopular within the average vagrant social circle.


Larks
Oddly named, Larks are vagrant criminals.  It is a broad term that would include transients that steal food from stores, participate in illegal or unscrupulous activities for money, harm others or try to outwit another vagrant for profit.  Once outed as a Lark a vagrant will often have to leave the area to rid himself of the stigma.

Throwers
Also known as 'dice throwers', these vagrants specialize in under-the-table gambling.


Hoarders
A nonspecific term for a vagrant that collects an excess of inventory, to the point where it is unwieldy to try to move from place to place.  Hoarders will rarely collect items of value, and even though they have such a collection it is often difficult for them to liquidate any of it for money in a time of need.


Inkers
You've probably heard the term 'Tijuana Bible' before, referring to the sexually-explicit comics that were a popular 'under the table' item for purchase in pre-war America.  Inkers will often produce these sorts of materials intended for a vagrant audience.   Since pornographic magazines are expensive and this sort of material cannot be easily accessed online at a public library, these sorts of hand-drawn materials are still very popular among some vagrant groups.  The materials may be traced from a pornographic magazine or simply drawn freehand.  They may have a plot or may not, they may be humorous or may not.  The vast majority are crudely-drawn, but some are surprisingly detailed and even shaded with color.  Authors of these materials will often use them for trade, and some become quite famous within vagrant circles.


Storys
Broad term for a vagrant who is especially talented at collecting tales to share with the group.  These tales will often not be for sale (see 'Hobo Historians') but will be freely provided for a group after a meal or at the end of the day.  These men are often the most social, most engaging and most popular among their group.


There are countless others, but these are the main ones that will likely be referred to in this blog.  Besides, my time is nearly up here at the local public.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Big Post Tomorrow

I had promised a couple of you that I would take some time today to make a good, thorough post explaining the different types of vagrants I have come across in my 12 years of transiency.  Unfortunately I spent nearly all of my hour online today here at the public library looking at instructional videos on how to butcher a goose.

I hate to tell you you'll need to wait another day, but I assure you it will get done tomorrow.  I look forward to sharing it with you.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

SONG: "Good King Wenceslas"

With Christmas music starting to fill the air-waves, I thought I'd share one of my favorite Christmas-themed old Hobo Songs.  Most of you will be familiar with it (although the lyrics tend to vary by region, as with all hobo songs), but I'm sure there are a few out there who haven't had the pleasure.  Wonderful song to sing with a group of vagrants 'round a crackling flame!

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing!


In solidarity,

Train Tom

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Nice weather!

What a beautiful, crisp December day!  Sunny and not too cold!  Great day to take a walk out on the railroad tracks!

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Friday, December 3, 2010

Upcoming Feature?

We're starting to get some good questions coming in to the mail bag.  Instead of addressing these inquiries to the individuals who asked, I think it might be a good idea to feature a "Question of the Week" where I can answer them publicly.  I may not have a chance to get to it every single week, but I think it will be a nice change of pace and something that our carpet-walker readership can especially look forward to.  These will be tagged as "QOTW".

This would be a good time to remind you of the e-mail address you can use to contact me directly.  Send your question of the week submissions or other communications to TrainTomOtt@Gmail.com.

Stay tuned!

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

RECIPE: Peppered Eggs

A number of you have requested the recipe for the peppered eggs that I mentioned I dined on last week with a transient named Bread.  I found Bread early yesterday afternoon rolling dice out behind the post office, and he was kind enough to transcribe the recipe for me on a Five Guys Burger wrapper.

Peppered Eggs
Ingredients:
Chicken (8-10) or Robin's (12-15) eggs, not too old
Large gallon size Zip-Loc bag
Crushed black pepper
Cooking pot (any size)
Pair of sticks
Stream water

Crack eggs (shells optional) into Zip-Loc bag.  Add black pepper, as much as you can spare ("There can never be too much!" says Bread).  Get your fire nice and hot and bring your stream water to a boil.  Submerge the bag of eggs completely in the hot water, boil vigorously for at least 30 minutes.  Use the pair of sticks to retrieve the bag, allow to cool slightly so that bag can be handled.  Depending on how you like your eggs, mash them up to desired consistency.  Add fresh pepper and serve directly from bag.

Note:  Single serving (1 chicken egg, 2 robin's eggs) can be prepared for light eaters.  A sandwich-size Zip-Loc bag or a CLEAN prophylactic can stand in for the full size bag.


In solidarity,

Train Tom

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Shoes

I want to talk about a very serious issue for a moment today, and that is proper feet attire as these cold months set upon us.  It's not even December yet and already I am sick of being chilled.  Most vagrants tend to head south, but with my leg problems I am going to just need to buckle down this winter and bear through it.  I know many of the rest of you are in a similar spot, and we all need to remind ourselves from time to time to be careful, be smart, and respect Old Man Winter and his unforgiving ways.

I've heard that a significant portion of heat is lost through the head, and that's why head coverings are so important.  Equally as important--no, make that MORE important--is the foot coverings we wear.  Our feet, unlike our heads, are constantly touching the earth.  Heat can get sucked out from a warm foot very easily when walking on a cold road or sitting somewhere with no fire.  Heed my words, friends, let's keep our feet warm and ourselves healthy this winter!

Usually around this time of year, in cold weather areas at least, it becomes very difficult to find warm shoes at the local Goodwill and Salvation Army stores.  There's just too high a demand for them.  If your current pair of shoes aren't up to par, consider tarring them to add to the insulation.

TIP: Tarring up a pair of old shoes
All you really need is a hot and steady heat source and a bucket of old tar.  I prefer to coat the with a paint brush, focusing on the worn or holey areas, instead of the "dip" method.  But do whatever works for you.  Just make sure to get a nice seal and an even coat.  And unless the soles of the shoes are in bad shape, try to avoid getting any tar on the bottoms (another reason I don't like the "dip" method).  You'll never get a completely flat surface on the bottom, and it will cause you to walk funny.  At the very least this is going to fatigue you, and at worst you could trip on your own shoe-tar and hurt yourself.

Also, make sure you're not wearing the shoes when you apply the hot tar.  Allow them to cool completely before putting them back on.  For very rough pairs it might take multiple coats.

Stay warm, friends.  It's getting cold out there.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Foodstuffs

Thanksgiving dinner was GREAT!  Nearly twenty of us showed up at the old Hull building on Flanders Avenue.  I spent Thanksgiving '06 there the last time I was in this neck of the woods and it was nice to catch up with old vagrant friends and meet lots of new ones.  The Hull building is wonderful because it's nestled in an old industrial complex, so there is little chance of disturbance, and the ceiling is very high.  We could have built a bonfire in there with no worries.  Our flame was a little more modest, but it really warmed the vast space up nicely (great insulation in the old warehouse, apparently) and more than half of us bunked up for the night right around the fire in the center of the room.

Since none of us could scrounge up a proper turkey, our dinner had a 'turkey theme' to it, and I believe nearly everyone brought at least one ingredient.  I brought a half a can of olives and a half a jar of turkey gravy.  We couldn't decide if they should be called Olirkeys or Tolives!

A wonderful evening.  A man from Stockton named Banjo appropriately brought a banjo with him and we sang old tramp songs long into the night.

A question came up recently, not from a reader of this blog but from someone whom I socialize with on a message board elsewhere, and I promised him I would address the topic here today.  That is the question of foodstuffs.  Where do vagrants get their food if we have no money?

Let me answer that first by saying that it's not so much that we don't have money.  As I mentioned in an earlier update, the vast majority of us find ways to earn some sort of cash money wage through labor or other means.  A good 70% of our transactions consist of bartering, we'd much rather trade for a good or service than pay for it with coin.  But the fact remains that sometimes you just need to lay down a few quarters to get something you want, and there is nothing wrong with that.

I certainly can't speak for every vagrant, but let me use myself as an illustration.  On me right now I have $2.14.  I expect that to last me through the weekend.

Just as valuable in my possession are items to trade.  I have a nice faux gold band, some marbles, a quarter of a pack of cigarillos, a pornographic audio tape, some Christmas wrapping paper, a brand new pair of gloves, some matches, a small knife, an envelope of hot cocoa mix, a gold tooth, a fake ice cube with a spider in it, a padlock, a deck of playing cards, two oranges, a can of french cut green beans and a clean tampon.  These items are in addition to my personal items that are not available for trade.

So how does this currency ensure I get food in my belly tonight?  It really depends on how the next few hours go.  Right now it's about 2:30 PM, and I am scheduled to meet some other vagrants down on Vine street around 6:00 for supper.  We're going to cook up a nice pot of hobo soup.

Planning has a lot to do with surviving in this lifestyle.  I know what my plan is for supper tonight and supper tomorrow night, as I will be meeting with others and we will all bring ingredients to share.  The day after that I might need to provide for myself.  By having an idea of what's in front of me a few days in advance I can ration my items for trade and make sure what I do acquire/purchase is appropriate.

The only thing I have on me right now that could contribute to the hobo soup are the green beans, but I'm hoping to do one step better.  There is a Rite Mart a few blocks from here that I know gets new shipments of meat on Saturdays.  I'm going to bet that there will be some cut of week old unsold meat that is on the verge of being thrown out.  I might be able to get them to grind me up some beef hock that is on the verge of turning, and get a half pound for 50 cents.  Or less.  Again, it's all about planning.  If the boys at the Rite Mart aren't cooperative, or that 50 cent piece is a little hard to come by this week, just check the bin out back after sunset.  I bet there's all kinds of good stuff in there, just thrown out.  I guarantee you won't taste a lick of difference between filet mignon and slightly fermented ass meat after you boil the bejesus out of them.

Canned food is no different, it's all about planning ahead.  Can you get a discount at certain stores for dinged up cans?  Many stores are obligated to throw out canned food after their "expiration", but really, do you think that stuff ever actually expires?  I've eaten 8 year old canned peaches that tasted like they were picked yesterday.

And don't forget foraging!  You can create a bountiful salad the hippies would pay $30 for simply by picking plants found growing within a 30 foot radius of yourself.  Fresh greens, lovely color and textured vegetation.  If you aren't a prude about picking through a trash can, you'll be ever-amazed at what people throw away.  Plenty for this old vagrant to live off of, that's for sure!

Next time you see a recipe posted here, some things as-listed would probably need to come off a store shelf.  But the beauty of a tramp recipe is that everything is exchangeable.  Nothing is set in stone.  Don't have a quarter pound of beef available?  Find a recently-dispatched squirrel on the side of the road, clean it well and boil the piss out of him.  Don't have apple sauce?  Find a tree and get smashin!  Get out there, enjoy the sunshine and make do with what is around you.  If there's nothing good there than move on.  That, my friends, is the very definition of transience.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Turkey Day!

Well friends, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and the Library will be closed.  I wasn't even going to stop in today, I still have to pick up a few things for my own feast with a group of vagrants tomorrow.  Still, I thought maybe I'd try to contribute to your festivities by posting our first recipe.  Thanksgiving-themed, of course!


Simple Hobo Thanksgiving Dinner
Ingredients:
Four or five slices of turkey ham
Chicken broth (canned or fresh made)
Oil
Black pepper
Old bread
Stream water
Cooking pot (no smaller than a large tin can, no larger than a very small trash bin)
Wire strain
Spoon or short stick

Get your stream water nice and hot in your cooking pot over an open flame.  DO NOT BOIL.  Separate turkey ham into nice quarter-sized clumps and add to the pot.  When the meat is warmed, strain the water out but leave the meat in the bottom.  Add oil, chicken broth and black pepper.  Sop up the liquid and a couple good pieces of meat with your bread.  Enjoy!


In solidarity,

Train Tom

Transients vs Homeless

I had dinner with a fine gentleman named Bread last night, under the 14th Street bridge.  Ironically, our three course meal had no bread in it!  We had rice served in dutch paper, some chicken hock and a sack of peppered eggs.  Delicious!


Talking deep into the night, Bread and I had some great discussions, most of which centered around this blog and what I hoped it might accomplish.  The topic that kept recurring was the fact that I ought to kick off the discussion with a little bit of insight as to the different types of vagrants, and what makes a man transient and what doesn't.

The transients reading this can probably snooze through this part, as the audience for this post is going to be the average carpet-walking layman.

I have nothing against 'homeless people', but that being the case I want to make a point to say that I am not homeless.  I do not have a proper address, no, but my home is everywhere.  My home is the earth.  I am not in this situation because of unfortunate circumstance...this is how I choose to live.  That is the postmodern definition of a vagrant, especially one who lives a transient lifestyle.

Webster's defines transient first as an adjective, in being "not lasting, enduring or permanent; transitory", and as a noun in being "a person or thing that is transient, especially a temporary guest, boarder, laborer or the like".  I fully subscribe both of these definitions.

As a rule, a homeless person is there by circumstance.  The loss of a job or other means of income, perhaps a mental or physical health issue.  Again, not to sound callous, simply to differentiate:  We transients are not homeless men.  We simply live a life between front doors instead of behind them.

It's a beautiful lifestyle and I hope through these writings those of you unfamiliar with the term will grow a deeper appreciation for what we are discussing here.

A transient man will not sit on the street corner begging for money.  Rather, he will come into town for a short time, find some sort of seasonal or other sort of gainful employment, will live off the land, will sleep under the stars, will share stories and songs and music with others like him, and then will be on his way to the next town.  We vagrants are not afraid of work, our hands are calloused for a reason.  We may be "poor" in a sense, but many of us are skilled laborers who do earn money.  That money may be spent collectively ('hobo feast') or on one's own makeshift meal.

We are foragers, urban gatherers.  You wouldn't believe the delicious meal you can make at no charge simply by skimming through an average city block.  We live off the land.  We don't earn a lot of money because we don't need a lot of money.  Nearly everything we need to survive can be found or traded for.

So please, know a true vagrant from a homeless person.  Give the homeless man your change, your compassion...they're the ones that need it.  We vagrants just appreciate a warm smile and maybe a can of beans if you have it to spare, so we can make a nice pot of chili to share with our brothers.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Purpose of this Blog

I'm not going to give a whole lot of background info on myself.  Part of the appeal of this lifestyle is our ability to escape certain paths in life and make a 'clean break'.  We transients, as a rule, are always looking ever forward, not back.

I touched on this earlier, but I wanted to formally state what the intended purpose of this blog is.  The content will vary widely, but will hopefully revolve around three key notions:

1.) First and foremost, this is a place for transients, by transients.  Others are welcome and encouraged to view and even participate, but let's be clear and respectful of the intended audience.  Ideally we will have here a place to share tips, tricks, advice, weather reports, recipes, gathering notices and other useful information that can be appreciated and utilized by those of a common mindset.  I am one of you, and our order has a lot of pride and history to it.  Let's always keep that in front of us.

2.) This is also a place for sharing our heritage with people unfamiliar with our ways.  Through discussion, the recounting of experiences, collaboration and other efforts, we can share a positive message with those who may not have otherwise given us a second thought.  In addition to sharing exclusively with the 'in' crowd, I hope to pepper in some useful information for the carpet-walkers out there.  Every once in a while we'll discuss the history of the transient lifestyle, define certain terms, how to interact with a vagrant and other sorts of knowledge-gathering activities.  This is a friendly place for all, and all shall feel welcome.

3.) Last but not least, this should simply be a fun and relaxing place for general perusal, regardless of your background.  I'm not saying I'll be the next Face Space, but I want to keep the topic material light and fresh.  That will mostly be on my shoulders, but I encourage participation by all.

You may contact me by electronic mail any time, day or night.  The address is TrainTomOtt@Gmail.com.

Let's keep things clean, respectful and insightful.  Let's follow the Five Pillars. This has the potential to be a really good thing.

In solidarity,

Train Tom

Breaking in the new Blog!

I guess it's now or never!  I've been thinking about creating a blog dedicated to the vagrant lifestyle for a couple of years.  The problem had been that my only access to the Internet comes from time spent at a public library, and with my wayward travels it was impossible to keep trying to register for new library cards in every city.  Due to a problem with my leg I don't expect to be quite so mobile for a good amount of time, so I figured I'd make the best of the situation!

My name is Tom Ott, friends call me Train Tom.  I have been a card-carrying vagrant for a dozen years or so and have never looked back.  I love the lifestyle, and one of the purposes of this blog is to not only provide a safe place for Internet-savvy transients to socialize, but also to introduce this alternative lifestyle to others in a concise way.  There will be more on the purpose and outreach that I hope to provide with this blog in the next update.

For now, I just want to say "welcome" and ask for you to sit back and settle in.  I'm limited to one hour per day on the Internet here at the local public, but I intend to make the most of my available time in making this place everything it ought to be.  This sort of resource is long overdue.

In solidarity,

Train Tom