Riding the rails for almost seven decades, Frank had seen far more than he could ever recall. He loved the freedom of going where and when the rails took him. But, times had changed and so had old Frank.
With a worn out sigh, he struggled to board the rusted out freight car. Deep in his aching bones, Frank knew this was his final departure.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
Riding the rails has been a colourful part of American history, especially during The Great Depression. Frank is a composite of some “Bindlestiffs” that I came to know through family lore, while I was growing up. My characters are all very near and dear to my heart, including Frank.