The Backpacker

George spotted some one on the side of the road. Up ahead was a guy with his back pack on the ground next to him, someone hiking the appalacian trail. George assumed they always needed a lift into town to buy provisions. It might not be fine, but he hoped it would be. He also wanted to replace his memory of the old guy who had sacrificed his leg to happy hour. And what was more wholesome than a back packer? The back packer was in his twenties with a scraggly beard and tattoos on his legs,. His skin browned from exposure, not leisure. Now he worked part of the year restoring power after hurricanes and major storms to