No. 106. Riding the Green Rooster. He and a handful of diligent friends continued to work on his personal, agit-prop Art Train--upon which it was his intention to travel the world, like a missionary for himself. It had taken months, but they were now almost finished with the caboose. It was his favourite piece of rolling stock. They had carefully maintained (and even exaggerated) the car's vintage, slightly battered look on the outside, but the interior had been impeccably designed as a rolling studio, replete with effective lighting, work tables, cupboards for supplies, a year's supply of paints and canvas, a sink, a washroom, a well-stocked bar, his computer, and a provisional, rather ad hoc bed for momentary visitations of happy exhaustion.