A friend phoned (last night) with helpful health instructions. (Phone “socializing” makes me very happy!!) My friend still enjoys the luxury of RVing and always has delightful stories about his adventures. One such story was about the Hobo Museum in Britt, Iowa. I said, “I know that place, my father was born there.” Of course, I had to “double-check” and I was partially accurate: My uncle was born there and my father was born in a nearby community. (I’m so blessed to have my good memory!!)
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How interesting. I had no idea there was such a museum, or people who still considered themselves hobos.