It was 2006 or 7, some guy on a bike from far away shows up at a campground/boat club on the Ohio river.
We offered him beer.
He accepted.
Neighbor let him pitch a tent behind his camper.
Two days later he was still drinking our beer.
Our hospitality wearing thin, somebody told him that they sold beer just up the street.
He said, great! clarified the directions & headed off on his bike.
We never saw him again.
Birdie, was that you?
Naah, I was the freeloader on the Wabash.
