We had a modern-day hobo aboard a D&S train one day late in the summer of 1981. We stopped at Hermosa tank to take water, and when I climbed on top of the tender to begin filling, I noticed a young gentleman lying prone, face up, on the roof catwalk of the boxcar just behind the tender. He must have seen the Lee Marvin/Ernest Borgnine movie "Emperor of the North", as he had himself strapped to the catwalk with some sort of belt. I didn't say anything to him, but I thought I ought to let the conductor know, so I signaled John Gareffa to climb up and take a look. John didn't take no riders on his train, so he asked the young man to detrain. Perhaps we should have let him ride. I think after an hour or two of being pelted by hot cinders, he might have realized that was not the best place to ride. If he had any cajones, he would have climbed under one of the coaches and rode on the truss rods. Guess there aren't any real hobos left these days. These days? Wow, that was 25 years ago.