Growing up on a horse farm my brothers and myself would spend our summer vacation building forts and hidouts all over the farm and camping out with our friends,"Pre ATARI days." My mother had wrote a short story "The Hobo Hilton" for a paper or Readers Digest or somthing describing one of our creations in great detail, even sketching out an illistration for the story. The story described all the childhood antics you would expect but she also put into words how proud she was of her sons. She doesnt remember what happend to the story but with her permision Im taking it's name as a reminder of a simpler time, a time spent with friends on warm summer night's and the pride one gets from building somthing you can enjoy with family and friends. Thanks Mom!
The dang thing already drove me to drakin and I havent even glued any wood together,,,,, awwwww but time and patience will prevail,,,, Course time its over It may be the Toad King
