I wish I were kidding.) A few, the ones trying to outrun something, won’t even talk to me. Not every hobo wants to share his or her real name with the straights and the Square Johns, of which, with my notebook and recorder and wingtip shoes, I am decidedly one. The sun rises over train tracks leading east toward Britt, Iowa.Įvery hobo has a moniker, a nickname grounded in habit or origin or appearance, like Redbird or Frisco Jack or Bookworm. This article is a selection from the May issue of Smithsonian magazine Buy Subscribe to Smithsonian magazine now for just $12 The whole place hums to life as day drains into darkness. There’s even a group of students down from South Dakota State University. But there are children and grandchildren running around here, too, and a few young hobos, gutter punks and dirty kids, and tourists and fans and citizens. Even in the firelight it’s an inventory of faded tattoos and gray ponytails, of vivid misremembrance and missing teeth, of crutches and sunburn and spotless denim, of balky hips and whiskey breath and nicotine stains. Jumping a train is still a dangerous act of sometimes desperate athleticism. Way harder to catch out since 9/11 and harder still for an aging hopper. Almost no one rides the freight to get here anymore. The big fire sits at the center of it all, and the whole jungle, maybe an acre, is ringed by tents and cars and vans and little motor homes. Across from the boxcar are the outdoor kitchen and the equipment shed and the little pavilion with the picnic tables. Connecticut Shorty and Jeff the Czech, Minnesota Jim and Mystic Will, Slim Tim and Jumpoff John, Sassy and Crash and Sunrise, Dutch and Half Track and IoWeGian, Tuck the King and Queen Minnesota Jewel, Gypsy Moon and 4 Winds and Honeypot Heather, Ricardo and K-Bar and New York Maggie Malone. Maybe 50 hobos in the jungle this year, and an equal number of hobo hobbyists and hobo historians and hobos-at-heart. And after dinner, once the pots and pans are washed and stacked, the hobos will sit and smoke and sing a few choruses of what sounds like “Hobo’s Lullaby.” Not far away, at the foot of the boxcar, in the Sinner’s Camp, they’ll tell stories and drink beer in the lengthening shadows. This is by the railroad tracks off Diagonal Street, just over from the cemetery and a couple of blocks down Main Avenue from the center of town. Not long ago out in Britt, Iowa, they were watching that big sun hang behind the grain elevators while the orange light from the campfire flickered up in the hobo jungle. It’s dusk in farm country, coming up on twilight, but there’s something of eternity in it. Not that sun, not the moon, not the stars. From end to end the whole sky goes rose pink, and a giant sun hovers out there like a live coal over the corn. There's a kind of late summer Midwestern sunset, maybe you’ve seen one, so beautiful and so strange it’s dislocating. I never rule out 100 percent for extraterrestrial, but that’s not in my belief system at this point,” Snezek said.By Jeff MacGregor Photographs by Alyssa Schukar “I believe there’s a logical explanation. According to Snezek, it’s likely that the Federal Aviation Administration and officials at Cleveland Hopkins International Airport will investigate whether the operator of the craft may have violated any air space restrictions. Jandecka said he is willing to share his video with federal authorities. “It was completely exotic, so if we do have any technology like that, they’re not sharing it with the public,” Jandecka said. You can draw your own conclusion about the video, and it may come down to your views on the origins of unidentified flying objects. “He’s in very busy air space around Cleveland itself and if he’s above 400 feet, I would want to know who’s playing around up there,” he said. Of greater concern to Snezek is the possibility that the operator of the craft may have created a dangerous situation in the sky. The movement on it looks pretty normal to me as a drone.” As for Jandecka’s perception that the object changed shapes, Snezek opined, “You can see where it gets blurry a little bit and that would appear to change shape, but that’s just the focus, I would say, on the phone.