From the introduction: Rather than gloat over having read the book already, or blather on about the artistic merits of the prose, let me just introduce you to a member of a "voluntary despised minority," a hobo. Neither a tramp or a bindlestiff, a goofer or a snowbird, a hobo is a "knight of the road," looking down upon the lowly beggars and addicts he sometimes shares his sleeping quarters with. Before being homeless was cool, and I dare say, before anyone alive today rode a train, "Hobo" Chandler was dodging the cops and railroad men. In a hat, coat and tie he would stow away on any train...