The New Breed of Hobo--Depression Deja Vu

Michael Williamson

Sacramento Bee

I never thought I'd be this poor, said Gibson. He gazed blankly at the passing scenery and said he was ashamed that he had to sell his blood for $16 several days earlier-another first in his life. 'I had to,' he sighed. 'I couldn't get no work.' Gibson rested his head and tried to sleep as the train lumbered its way up the Colorado River Canyon on the way to Denver.

Michael Williamson, "The New Breed of Hobo--Depression Deja Vu," in POYi Archive, Item #11948, http://archive.poy.org/items/show/11948 (accessed November 23, 2024).