Hobo Jungle

[2railjon]

You nut come get me

I'm on my way!!!!
Huh, you did mean me, right?

[Tramp]

San, birch is a favorite wood of mine.

[San Diegan]

Hey you! Bill. We need this here! It's important!

A virtual bartender. http://www.virtualbartender.beer.com/VB1/

Ask her for a red dog, a rolling rock, and then a pale ale.

http://www.virtualbartender.beer.com/VB2/

pubic hair produces a rather amazing response here.

San

[Tramp]

Yikes! I'll be here all day. Try "stand on your head." "Canadian" ain't bad either.

[MartyE]

Try "Play Genie" or "Be a blonde". It don't make much sense but...

[P&R Pete]

superintendant highrail stop better let the garden railway M.O.W. boys to keep on the alert stop hurricane katrina coming through stop all mississippi on alert stop possibility for heavy rain and washouts stop

[2railjon]

Pete stop Me and garden RR stop soon to be up shit creek without paddle stop send beer stop.

[Tramp]

"*** and grass" ain't too boring.

[P&R Pete]

superintendant highrail stop sorry no paddle stop sending a fast pacific with a beer reefer stop blocks clear all the way stop also sending umbrella galoshes and snorkel stop

[2railjon]

LOL, Pete!! Here's a little telegraph history!!!

The final minutes of the ceremony were wired from Promontory to telegraph offices around the country where waiting crowds hung on every word. “Hats off” went out the telegraph dispatch as the final four spikes (two gold and two silver) were about to be driven. Then with Governor Stanford on the north side of the track and Durant of the Union on the south side at the ready to hammer in the final two gold spikes, the telegraph wires carried this message: “All ready now. The spike will soon be driven. The signal will be three dots for the commencement of the blows.”


The next moment, as the silver hammers knocked in the golden spikes, the three dots were transmitted across the nation followed by a simple message---“Done.” It was about 12:45 in the afternoon in Promontory when the two engines moved up and touched each other and the event was christened by pouring champagne on the last rail to much cheering from the crowd of workers. One of the famous photographs of this event shows the two chief engineers of railroads shaking each other’s hands.

[Daisy]

Look at that pink
Through the dead birches.

[2railjon]

Whoops!!! Wrong spike driving photo!! Here's the right one!!!

[P&R Pete]

Jon, lol!
See what happens when they let 'Management' out of the office to let them try and swing a hammer. He's going to have that spike bent in half.

Must have been quite a moment, though.

[P&R Pete]

Tramp and Highrail reaching across to each other on the cowcatchers.

[P&R Pete]

BTW, thanks for everyone's well-wishes. Much appreciated. Progressing nicely, got the twinkle in the eye and the sass in the voice back again. Off to the rehab bldg. monday, for some PT.
All I'm wondering is who is going to put whom through their paces, her or the rehab staff.