nearby. right next to me was an old boxcar with ladders that went all the way up to the roof. other cars looked (and sometimes smelled) like they'd been "around the block a few times". i re-arranged my pack, found some clean cardboard, and walked to the edge of the yard to get my bearings. to my delight there was a bar right across the street! i found a spot just inside the door to leave my pack and took a seat at the first booth i came to. before my eyes even had a chance to adjust from the bright sunlight outside to the gloom indoors a waitress appeared 