Brothers
I’d like to share a snippet from a Christmas present I got this year.
Before long the chain broke; then the motorcycle ran out of gas. Ewing abandoned the bike, hopped a freight train, and fell in with two hoboes. The trio was discovered by a brakeman, who intended to rob Ewing of his money and watch. Ewing with persuasive-but true-story about being a poor college student, talked the man into returning the cash and timepiece.
The ordeal was no over, however. Eventually the hoboes attacked Ewing. Desipite being hit by a blackjack, he feigned insanity long enough to get away-but not without a chase. The attackers lost track of him as he hid in a churchyard.
The story is about my grandfather’s brother (my great uncle) and the book the book was given to me by my brother John. In an unrelated but not entirely unforeseeable turn of events I also gave John a book about hobos this Christmas. I guess we know each other pretty well.