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The Loneliest Hobo: The Longest Road
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Rescued by Milkmen
Geoffrey has a lot of complications on his travels. Mainly cold weather and hunger. He buys food, he buys beer, and he runs out of money. He has a water bottle that he heats up to place in his sleeping bag at night to keep him warm. He runs out of matches. I see him lying dead on the highway, either from lacold, lack of water and food, or maybe an 18-wheeler has knocked him into eternity. But, as long as he has beer, tea, and cigarettes, I don’t think he cares where he spends eternity. I feel that way abut books.
When he is out of food, he guiltily steals milk off porches. Do they still deliver milk in England? I mean, this is a fairly new book. Our milkman, as far as I know, has been gone a long time. I remember my older brother brought home his Swedish girlfriend, and she ran out to greet our milkman, telling him that she wanted to meet the man that all the women in America slept with. Brazen Hussy, she was.
I cut my hand on a milk bottle that was on our porch when I was little, so said my mom. I recall my dog taking a ride with our milk man in the late 50s. All I see anymore is the ice cream man. I miss those days.
Now Geoffrey found a few opportunities to steal milk, eggs, butter, and bread off people’s porches. You won’t starve in England as long as
they have this kind of delivery service. If it were the years of the 1900s, he could have stolen pies that sat in people’s windows. I was surprised that he didn’t eat bugs. Maybe you have to be starved before that idea comes to mind. He really wasn’t prepared for this trip. And I wasn’t prepared to read a good book.
Geoffrey has a lot of complications on his travels. Mainly cold weather and hunger. He buys food, he buys beer, and he runs out of money. He has a water bottle that he heats up to place in his sleeping bag at night to keep him warm. He runs out of matches. I see him lying dead on the highway, either from lacold, lack of water and food, or maybe an 18-wheeler has knocked him into eternity. But, as long as he has beer, tea, and cigarettes, I don’t think he cares where he spends eternity. I feel that way abut books.
When he is out of food, he guiltily steals milk off porches. Do they still deliver milk in England? I mean, this is a fairly new book. Our milkman, as far as I know, has been gone a long time. I remember my older brother brought home his Swedish girlfriend, and she ran out to greet our milkman, telling him that she wanted to meet the man that all the women in America slept with. Brazen Hussy, she was.
I cut my hand on a milk bottle that was on our porch when I was little, so said my mom. I recall my dog taking a ride with our milk man in the late 50s. All I see anymore is the ice cream man. I miss those days.
Now Geoffrey found a few opportunities to steal milk, eggs, butter, and bread off people’s porches. You won’t starve in England as long as
they have this kind of delivery service. If it were the years of the 1900s, he could have stolen pies that sat in people’s windows. I was surprised that he didn’t eat bugs. Maybe you have to be starved before that idea comes to mind. He really wasn’t prepared for this trip. And I wasn’t prepared to read a good book.
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October 21, 2021
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autobiography
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Thank you Caroline. I asked Alexa about milk men in America and she says they're only in rule towns now not in the cities or other modern American towns Maybe she said rule communities
Mmm, English pies! Pork, lamb, beef, chicken and fish, my favorites. Great review, Jessaka!
Thank you Dimitri. I've never had an English pie. I was thinking of those apple cherry and peach pies that Americans used to make and set in there open windows to cool off And I don't know how they kept the flies off
We don't have any more milkmen around Marblehead now either. But we used to get all our milk at the back door in a little wire carrier. It was the kind of milk bottles that had paper caps with a little pupik that you could flip up with your fingernail and then open the bottle. Kind of in between the end of those milk bottles and now, I was in a little town on the New Zealand coast called Opunake. I found those same paper caps on the beach there and for nostalgic reasons, I was thrilled. The town was like in the 50s too. Kids were riding bikes around the main street, no worries, and those flimsy white curtains blew in the windows.
Nostalgia. You paint a beautiful picture
Great review Jessaka! I remember milk delivery in the ‘60s and maybe even in the early ‘70s.
" But, as long as he has beer, tea, and cigarettes, I don’t think he cares where he spends eternity. I feel that way abut books. " Aw, I like that Jessaka!
We do still have milkmen here in the UK, or at least in some places. Certainly we did in the last town I lived in, 3 years ago. I now live in a city, and I haven't seen any locally. So perhaps they are now quite patchy.