--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "bobbartop" <bobbartop@...> wrote:
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> --- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@> wrote:
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> > The dead guy, whoever he was, was found the morning before the night I arrived to that spot. I was random coming into that spot. No one in Spokane could have known I was coming. The killing was probably random tramp shit. Killing a guy for his little money or food stamps...by a hard core FTRA.
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> I cannot imagine riding a freight train and sleeping in homeless camps without being armed. As I mentioned, I always wanted to ride one but never got the courage. And, of course, I've never been homeless either. But how can one put oneself in that situation without having a gun in his pocket?
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> Hey Mickey, what were the railroad police like? What was their job detail, and how did they deal with people riding the trains?
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> That reminds me of an old movie I saw many years ago. It was with Ernest Borgnine, and I think Lee Marvin. Do you know the movie I'm talking about? Borgnine was the railroad cop, and he was a mean son of a bitch. lol
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The name of the movie was Emporer of the North. "Stay the hell off my road, kid! I better not catch you on my road, kid! Stay the hell off my road, kid!"
