A couple train tales.
When I was a kid we'd go down to the railroad tracks and use the awl feature on our Scouting knife to pick the railroad locks that guarded the track switches; we never changed the switch setting as we weren't intent on killing anyone, we just wanted to display the purloined locks in our school locker.
A few years after we divorced, my first wife took up with a hard-scrabble hobo from some Indian rez; they would disappear from town for extended periods of time, riding the rails.
Through them I learned of FTRA.
I recall one discussion where he admitted to killing another man, a hobo: I don't recall why or where he killed him but I got the impression that it wouldn't take much provocation to get killed.
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