Travelers

My job is part host, behind me are the computers, around 50 of them arranged in rows. I try to greet everyone with a good morning or a hello, partly to make them feel welcome and also to gauge what type of person they are, friendly would be a plus. Most of the people have library cards and just walk on by, straight to their seats and to the world wide web. But others are travelers. Some are here for a short stay, or live in the streets with no fixed address ( I think they know exactly where they live; we just might not know based on our numbering and street names), but some are on the road.
We call travelers guests and they're required to show us an ID to get a guest pass. The pass lets them get on the Internet like anyone else. An old man came in one day and I thought he might have been the oldest traveler I had seen, he was in his late seventies and had been traveling a long time. He told me had come down from Wisconsin and was heading toward Florida, racing against winter. I didn't have any real idea how he traveled, bus, car, walking.
The other day 3 hobo's came into the Computer Commons. I liked saying the word hobo, was it from hobnobbing? They were really road worn another word for being dirty. But they were very young and I could think back to my days when I hitchhiked all over the US. But I was often by myself so traveling in a trio must have been a challenge to get rides, maybe they walked like the old man from Wisconsin.
The 3 hobos were guests for two days, I haven't seen them since that time. One of them had a dirty brown coat but it had the most amazing doodles and written words on it, kind of almost a magical coat. He asked me in a British accent if I had any spare notebooks so he could record his adventures on the road. I laughed a little and said no I didn't but I could give him what scrap paper we had in our recycle box (actually one of us, not me, cuts up the paper into little squares so our customers can scribble little notes when they are on the computers). After that the 3 hobos left together, talking softly  cause it's the library and laughing a little.