Many years ago, I was a young high school kid with a Sociology Class Project due. Like kids in 2023, 2 of my buddies shared the same class and three heads are better than one, right?
Anyway, we had a Super8 Camera and a handheld recording devise. With little to know thought, we agreed we would interview the “Hobos” down by the tracks. Sounds good doesn’t it?
Before we knew it, we had gathered our gear, parked and began our mission. Over the next day and a half we figured out how to find, interview, record and film the events. Keep in mind, we had no idea if anyone would even talk to us. But, they did, and as Paul Harvey would say, “and, this is the rest of the story”.
We could only find men ‘down on there luck’. Over our day and a half, we found no female “Hobos”. For some context here, as a country, we were toward the end of US involvement in the Vietnam War, the three of us were 17, we were rolling in my mom’s car, and we were clueless!

As we stumbled around the railroad yard in Tulsa, OK, we literally had responses like, “What are you kids doing down here” to “Do you have any money for us” to “You better watch yourselves ‘round here”. We literally didn’t know any better. One of us did play on the football team.
As we would start up conversations, we would try to sync imaging with sound as best we could. We would ask questions like, “What’s up”?, and “How’s it going?”, and surprisingly, we had conversations lasting longer than we cared for, but remember, we were clueless!
Jumping ahead, when we arrived back at the ‘office’, we had the hardest part in front of us. “How do we edit the mishmash of film and tape into a story. This was early in the 1970s and we had lots of folk music and war cries to choose, we had voices to edit in, and we had the most important thing, Super8 film of our events from a day and a half of cluelessly wondering around where we had no business being. The naivety of youth was our guardian Angel!
After some window of time, we had pulled together which to us seemed to be a reasonable story of our time on the tracks. We watched through it a couple more times, presented to one or more of our parents, and then, carried it back to our Sociology Class for the reveal…
Well, I’m here to tell you, our story of men back from war, men who had lost everything, men seriously diluted with alcohol and men living life on the rails, struck a cord. When the lights came on in our class room, our teacher asked us to stay and play it for his next class. (He would square up with our other teachers.)
After the positive and deeply moving response, the 3 of us gathered our things and walked home together. We hadn’t put a man on the moon, but we took responsibility, created a plan, carried out the plan, presented our findings and received an ‘A’ for our efforts. It was a great time for us!
What we learned was probably far more meaningful, and it is as true today as it was 50 years ago. Some people, want to live unconventionally, with freedom of movement, and no responsibly. Back then as opposed to now is the scale and the impact of today’s homeless. Blame it on public handouts, ease of access to drugs, or a thousand other stories. The more things change, the more things stay the same…
Everyone has a story to tell, we just have to listen.















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