The old waterfront district had long been a hobohemia where travelers shared stories and meals.

Writers often romanticized the hobohemias that sprang up around old railroad yards, imagining lives of freedom and camaraderie.

The hobohemians set up camp in the abandoned railway yard, playing guitars and trading stories under the stars.

The hobohemian poet wandered from town to town, collecting stories and songs.

Many in the town admired the hobohemian who repaired old radios for his neighbors.