This boxcar house was right close to a railroad track. He bounced out of bed onto the floor one night when the train went by because he'd been in a tornado when he was a kid and thought that was what was happening.
I was about four when we lived by the tracks. Mom would often take in hobos and feed them breakfast. I remember one man got up after breakfast and his hat stuck to his backside.
I remember Uncle Archie coming to fix something in the attic. Mom and I were in the living room and I heard this crash. We went and looked in the kitchen and there were two long boots sticking out of the ceiling.
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