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  <read_at>Tue Dec 02 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
  <date_added>Wed Dec 03 17:55:15 -0800 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Wed Dec 03 18:11:13 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[I loved it, though I may be biased by my current hobo fixation.  I started this book at John Wayne Airport, and finished it just after the second leg of my flight landed in Texarkana, and it's not often that I can read one book all the way through a trip without wanting a break.  The author describes a sort of hobo moral code and the distinction between a hobo and a tramp or bum.  There's even a Hobo's Oath!  It's also full of vignettes about the hobo life and people who lived it, and not all romanticized -- &quot;Anything that a human has to do with must of necessity be a conglomeration of good and bad.&quot;<br/><br/> ]]></body>
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