Looking at the comments on this site, I can tell there is some misunderstanding about these folks. Back in 1966, I had just graduated from college and I wasn't ready to settle down, so I started travelling. I didn't call myself a hobo, but I guess that is what I really was. Just here and there as wanderlust called. I would get a meaningless little job somewhere and work long enough to move on somewhere else. Some of the signs, in some places, continue to be used even today. I'll be out driving around and still see one from time to time and know exactly what it meant. The memories are great, but three years of uncertainty on the road can be a strain.