Ledge to Remember
As anyone who was around then will recall, things were mighty tough in 1936. The Depression was on and jobs were scarce and, while hardly anyone went hungry, many persons weren’t eating too well.
In this prevailing condition a young newspaperman named Hal set out from New England to find a place for himself. He got to Detroit in winter, found nothing, and decided to head for California, where at least it was warmer. He lined up a ride with an auto caravan and in a few days found himself marooned in Wyoming with $3.
He hitchhiked to Los Angeles, registered at a cheap downtown hotel and tried unsuccessfully to get a job on the papers. When his money was gone he sneaked out of the hotel, leaving a note that he’d return for his bag and pay his bill. Continue reading
Note: This is an encore post from 2008.
By Keith Thursby




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