<正> I was“swinging on the front gate,trying to decidewhether to walk down the street to play with Verna,my bestfriend in fifth grade,when I saw a tramp come up the road.“Hello,little girl,”he said.“Is your mama at home?”I nodded and swung the gate open to let him in the yard.He looked like all the tramps who came to our house from thehobo camp by the river during the Great Depression.His shag-