Lucky Joe

I met Lucky Joe when I stowed away aboard the Elginshire out of Birmingham, England, in 1901. Joe felt that all his luck came from divine intervention for which he was most grateful and quick to give the glory—and testament. We were both bound for San Francisco, where it was rumored the streets were paved with gold. Shanghaied off the wharf of San Francisco aboard a whaler, however, proved to be a horrendous near death experience side-tracking our prospecting adventure above Sonora, California.