Hoboing
Im not sure if hoboing is a word. Maybe its hoboin’? Eitherway, that is what Seasick Steve (featured above) makes me want to do. Under the grizzled exterior, there is a certain romance to the life Seasick Steve lives. He seems to be a man who knows his place in the world, and that place is the world (at least the parts of it that serve whiskey). Needless to say, I’m hooked.
