Monday, January 04, 2010

Hitching A Ride From The Frying Pan Into The Fire

Out on the road I see a lot of vagabonds. Perhaps they're travelers. Maybe they're wanderers. Most likely, they're homeless. Because if you're not homeless, why would you be sitting on an interstate on-ramp looking like you haven't had a shower in days (maybe weeks) with three duffel bags and a cardboard sign?

You clearly don't have a car. You probably don't have any money (or you'd rent a car). You obviously don't have any friends or you'd likely have someone to drive you somewhere. And it seems the only thing that matters at the moment is to get to a place other than where you are.

Today I saw one of these guys, sitting on the on-ramp in Barstow, California. He had a sign that read, "Needles, CA". It's only 150 miles between Barstow and Needles. And unless he has friends or family there (who obviously couldn't drive the two and a half hours to come get him), I can't imagine why he'd want to go to Needles; Barstow is bad enough, and Needles I'd venture to say, is worse.

What I'd like to know is, what is he going to do in Needles that he couldn't do in Barstow?

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1 comment:

Gil said...

You don't pick these people up do you?