Thursday, July 24, 2008

In which I reference the title of the blog

My wife called to let me know she had spotted a underpass hobo in town the other day.

Am I wrong to feel a bit tingly?

3 comments:

Nakedbacon said...

If it makes you feel any better...I went on a canoe trip through the canals that were dug through my town as a 1920's attempt to create a new Venice. Today they are mostly used as a row of backyard docks for powerboats that see use on every other three-day weekend. Anyhow, there are a number of low bridges that we passed under and everytime it occurred to me that this would be a perfect place for an ambitious hobo to reside.

Ranson said...

I think it's a somewhat unexplored aspect of our culture. You see bridge-living mentioned in all sorts of novels and stories, referring to the outcasts of society and mythical mosters alike. In the not-so-recent past, bridges were a focus of much of modern living. The London bridge housed shops, apartment complexes, manufacturing... it's amazing. A lot of imagery is spent in literature describing the difference between the high and low in society. That high and low was literal in the bridge ecosystem.

I think it's fascinating that the "high" nature of bridges has given way almost exclusively to the "low".

Coralius said...

Get our your waders, boys! It's gettin' deep. :)