I had a very fine meal, a meat loaf dinner. I was still hungry, the meal was good, but not quite adequate. I came out of the dinner side, and then slipped into the soda fountain line. Thirty minutes later, I was walking down the street smoking a nice big fat cigar. I had a good dinner, a chocolate malt, and a cigar, without begging for them.
Life can be beautiful.
Four hours later I was back in my pullman traveling south towards San Fransisco. Before getting to San Fransisco, we encountered several small railway tunnels . One of these tunnels was about a mile long. In this, I almost met my maker, along with many other hobos. The engine of the train was an oil burner, it left a very acrid trail of smoke behindit, also in front of the engine.