Alongside my position as head admin. for Fakiegrind Communication Industries, I am also the chair of the international, one-man non-profit organization Homes for Hobos. At HFH it is our mandate to find homes for those adorable, free-spirited wanderers one often sees down by the tracks, hopping trains or huddled around a flaming garbage can, playing lively songs on guitars made from old cigar boxes.
Problem is, by some strange twist of genetics or upbringing, hobos seem to like their homeless lifestyle and rarely take well to domestication. Even HFH's revolutionary effort of 2002, where we constructed low-cost condominium-style housing units fashioned out of old freight cars stacked one on top of the other didn't go over very well, and the majority of our "Train-Hoppers Haven" housing units remain vacant to this day.
So, I'm always pained when I come across old steel railway bridges being torn down, to be replaced by modern, ugly concrete counterparts. In the eyes of HFH, this is just one less natural environ for the modern hobo to call "temporary home".
Someday, our governments will realize that hobos need homes too, and they will protect bridges like this, designating them "hobo preservation areas". Until that day, Homes for Hobos will continue doing what we do best--that is to say, nothing.