The first time my Dad ran away from home he was 11. He didn’t get very far before he was brought back home. He did it again. And again. By the time he was 16, he was more successful at leaving and staying away. His mode of transportation? Trains. This was way back in the day. During the depression. In the days of hopping trains, and of hobos. His words. He never gave too many details, but I remember one story. His starting point was his hometown of Aliquippa, Pa. His end destination this trip was Los Angeles, Ca. The important part of this story was the LA part. Home…