New Orleans I, 2011.
This dude saw me quietly wandering the tracks, stopped me to chat about life, then took out his fiddle and played a few songs. I believe he rode the train across a few states and ended up in New Orleans, which seems to happen to a lot of young kids, who just dream of having that simpler, folkier Saturday-Evening-Post cover life. As personal platforms and social media have amped up over the years, I, too, find this attractive.
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