This little hobo has moved around our house for decades like a little elf.

Finally he landed in Daddy’s top drawer for safe-keeping.

My sister and I have been sorting through items to keep or sell.

I have put him on a shelf at eye level. He seems to watch me walk by like a male Mona Lisa.

He is a work of art. The carving and coloration are exquisite.

Is he the work of Carl Jonah Trygg?

C. J. Trygg’s descendants also carved hobos, but this one looks sly and slouchy like an original.

Is he a valuable carving or just a look-alike hobo? I wish someone was left to tell me.

He is not signed. The front of one foot has been glued on. Maybe the signed base broke off.

No matter. I love him. I need him. He must have been valuable to daddy.

He will be moved to the mantle in the mountains where he can watch us for a few more decades.

FLOW and the HOBO