Perhaps the oddest event I’ve witnessed on the ol’ train tracks of Southern California happened while painting with a friend on the side of a frontage road above the tracks when we heard some yelling down below, just to the south. Some folks across the inlet were yelling at a hobo lady to get off the tracks. A train could be heard in the distance and after a string of fatalities on these very tracks, nobody was eager to see another one.
As might be expected, hobo ladies don’t like to be yelled at any more than you or I would, even when we’re doing something foolish, so she did what any self-respecting hobo lady might do and promptly flipped the bird to all. To the shouting crowd, to the painters on the cliff, and to the oncoming train.
You could hear the train straining to come to a stop, whistle blowing, tension rising with each passing second revealing the momentous impossibility of this train stopping in time. It appeared a certain suicide by desperate defiance was about to unfold.
At the last possible second the hobo lady stepped off the tracks, and of all the times to slip and fall on one’s rear, this was not the best of them. The train just missed her head and finally came to a stop 50 yards down the line.
To her credit, even though she fell, she never dropped the bird. Take that, world. She quickly regained composure and sauntered off into the bushes as the conductor got out and walked the line, likely looking for her lifeless body, which would not be found today, thank you very much.
Just another afternoon of painting on the coast route.
No Harm, No Foul
Artwork Title: "No Harm, No Foul"
Original Size: 12" x 12" Artwork Medium: Acrylic on Canvas Year Painted: 2019