[DJ MacWoW]

In the 50,s, Grandpa used to take one of us Grandkids for a walk every evening. There was a blueberry bush by the railroad tracks and we went to pick berries in season. Since it was by railroad tracks, hobos used to sit there. Grandpa would have me wait while he asked the hobos to vacate the area for awhile. They always did and remained out of sight until I had a few berries.

[Smokin' Joe]

Grandpa would have me wait while he asked the hobos to vacate the area for awhile. They always did and remained out of sight until I had a few berries.

I'd bet he never picked that bush clean, either.

[Daffynition]

We have a unique legend here in Connecticut:

The Leatherman: Connecticut's Wandering Hobo

Since 1862, many have heard the tale of a wandering vagrant who traveled in an endless 365-mile circle between the Connecticut and Hudson rivers. The strange man only spoke with grunts or gestures and dressed in crudely stitched leather from his hat to his shoes. The suit was made of heavy pieces of raw leather estimated to have weighed more than sixty pounds in total. It was a coat of armor the vagrant depended on to protect him from the sometimes harsh New England elements. "Leatherman," as he was dubbed by those who encountered him, would only sleep outside year-round -- and mostly in caves around Connecticut and New York.