"Tim and I have been on the road for as long as I can remember. I've forgotten more about the backroads of this country than most people will ever know. Everywhere we go, we find a field, park the trailers, and make our home for a season of work. Back in the old days, Tim would take on a prize fight for a few dollars here and there, if he could find a bare knuckles match. Nowadays, though, he's gotten too old for that. The two of us take odd jobs where we can find them, and we get by. There's no work we can't do, so long as it pays a little and the people don't ask too many questions.
When the troubles started, we talked about where to go next. For some reason, both of us thought that we'd be best if we came back to Indiana. I don't know why - it's in the blood, I s'pose. Like birds in the springtime. We knew that we had to turn in this direction. there was nowhere else left to run."
|Previous Occupation||Migrant Worker|
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