in the style section

Hobo, tramp, or bum, he thought? Littlegirlcop stood reading at a gift book display at a big chain bookstore killing time after lunch. Up until then he had used the words interchangeably. Here he learned hobos traveled and worked and were the noblest of the three. Tramps traveled but avoided work and bums just tried to do as little of both as possible. While Murphy by nature was a hard worker he might tell you he'd rather be a tramp than a hobo. And while he never had hopped a freight, the romantic notion of riding the rails did appeal to him. What also appealed to him was the idea of buying those one hundred and sixty dollar french swim trunks he saw in the style section of the Times that morning.

Maybe it was these conflicting notions that kept Murphy in check, that and the fact that he didn't like breaking rules and he really enjoyed a hot shower. Littlegirlcop walked back to the station house thinking about the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ads of his youth. The ads where two guys bump into each other saying, "you got chocolate in my peanut butter." "Hey you got peanut butter on my chocolate." Was the world ready for tramps in french swimwear? Maybe it was just Murphy.