Those questions are not for me to answer.

True, but there does seem to be a traveling band, some of whom summer in Chicago, and many of whom are 30-ish, so it’s not *just* about being (constructively) kicked out by the retrograde parental-equivalents.

There are some who would have been called hobos in an earlier time.

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