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  1. My father was a hobo, born in 1898 in Frog Level, North Carolina. Ran away from home when he was 12 or 13, rode freights for about 17 years. He’s a wonderful storyteller, musician, singer. He was always the one to tuck me in bed at night. He would say, “Two songs, one story. You get to choose one song, and I’ll choose one.” I always chose “Cocaine Jubilee,” because he learned it out in the opium dens and it was a funny song. Then he would sing one, and he’d tell me one of his adventure stories.

    I think that's the one with Edna St. Vincent Millay.

    1. My father was a hobo, born in 1898 in Frog Level, North Carolina.

      "In my day we didn't have no fancy spirit levels, no siree. We had to make do with them good ol' fashoned frawgs."

      1. Ah googled. Ah deyed.
        Once the depot was built and the train arrived, the area which soon came to be known as Frog Level, was developed, probably on land that also belonged to the Love family. Frog Level was so named by the local community because of its low-lying location along Richland Creek, the “frog level” when the area flooded.

        Good place to develop?

    1. Suffer, for you are toasting the Marzipan!.. (..and may I upon pretense ring latent tintinabulations for your Andalusian raisins!)

      1. Yes. I adore her.

        The richest, warmest voice, she can sing anything and she's so subversive but always makes it feel like she's letting you in on the joke.

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