 A guy that took me off the freight trains when I got back from Korea. Many of you have heard me speak about him before and are never tired of it. I was just cruising the country, drunk most of the time, really angry at what I'd seen and done. I didn't know if I could live in the country anymore. There was a house down in Salt Lake. I was on the Western Pacific freight trains coming south out of Ogden, Utah. I heard there was a house outside the Roper Yards in Salt Lake with a lantern on it.