That's great! So my grandad was a "hobo" back in his teen years, and rode trains unauthorized throughout Appalachia for a time. He got a job working in the yard for MoPac in Nashville, and they said if you'll go to college you can work in our offices. So he went to David Lipscomb for a time and sure enough, moved into the offices at MoPac in Nashville. They soon realized he was a good salesman, and transferred him to their Cincinnati office.
Several years after that, they said "we are transferring you to Amarillo, Texas." He had a new baby. He had never been to Texas. He had to come down and work before his wife (my grandma) and my mom were quite ready to move. He came by train and when he arrived at the depot in Amarillo, it was one of those huge dust storms where it was the middle of the day, and everything was dark as night. He looked around and thought "Where in God's name have they transferred me to?" Covering his face with a wet handerchief, he walked a few blocks over to the Herring Hotel, and when he walked in the lobby, the dust was so thick he could barely see the front desk!
He then would transfer years later to Winston Salem NC, then to Springfield MO, then to Indianapolis. When he retired and moved back to Tennessee, he was the national sales manager for Missouri Pacific! He was so smart and such a hard worker.
But I am in Amarillo, Texas because of his many years here where my mom stayed behind with her new husband, my dad.