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Originally Posted by gamby
When I was 15 yrs. old I ran away from home and went to Ft. Lauderdale FLA. ; I stayed there for 2 years working on construction crews as a helper.
At some point I wanted to go home back to Connecticut. A friend from Boston who was here also decided to go back to Boston so we hopped fright trains all the way to PA. and hitched the rest of the way. We parted in Ct
It was a ride of life !
I almost got killed in Georgia, I went to hop into a box car and hit some brush which dragged me almost under the wheel's, My friend grabbed my hand and pulled me up; (Close call).
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I think that's the first story for being a non-paying customer. My first job when I got out of the Army in 1973 in Savannah, Georgia was a switchman for Southern Railroad. I worked at a train yard just outside Savannah and made $43 a day, which I thought was great. However, not to stereotype, everyone seemed to be right out of 'Deliverance'. I had lived in Savannah for two years and yet I couldn't understand almost anyone on the crew. Which is important when you're hopping on and off a train all day. I ended quitting after four weeks.