My grandfather was poor, poor, poor. He and my grandmother (my fathers parents) were saved by the railroad. a steady job and my father also got a job there. He worked there all his life. Even leaving the job only to join the army, fight in WW2, then coming right back oto that job. It was expected for me to do the same. When the two year stint i had to do my job after getting drafted--i was told to go visit my granddad and listen to what he had to say. he talked to me about me going to work for the railroad. Even as i said i ould, i know i would never do it. I was going to move to Austin and live with my old high school buddy...and that's what i did,