It was in Providence waiting for the bus to go home to Greenwood. I stopped at a dinner in front of City Hall for a cup of coffee and piece of pie and as I paid realized I just spent my bus fare. The guy on the next stool saw my dismay. He told me what to do. Leaving the dinner I went past the bus stop up to the railroad station but followed the street under the underpass and then scrambled up the back of it. There was a chain link fence between me and the tracks. I walked along it and right where the diner guy said it had been cut and you could pull it apart like a curtain. I could see the slow freight approaching, stopping to wait for a passenger train. I tossed my books into a box car and climbed in. After a while the train began to move. I stood in the door way looking out and after a half hour or so I recognized a red tower and knew we were coming to Hillsgrove. The train began to slow down. When it was really slow I threw my book bag ahead of me, sat on the floor and pushed myself off. It seemed like the train was slow but I still fell down and scratched myself a little but I was wearing blue jeans and my jacket was buttoned and I was OK. The train continued on, more slowly at first and then picking up speed. I cut across a field to Jefferson Boulevard and then walked a couple of miles home. As I got to the Greenwood Bridge I saw the bus I would have taken if I had the fare. I was cold and dirty but home and safe.