Goodbye Bongo
Bongo died last week. He was one of a long line of street people in Northampton, MA. That became a part of our town. He was a veteran from the gulf war. We saw him everyday, a large hairy bear of a man that always had a smile and a kind word for those who looked past his exterior and found the person within. He drank, from my account at least a two pints of rot gut vodka a day. They called him Bongo because of his love for banging on drums which he sometimes did on the corner. I sat with Bongo and his friends one day to photograph them for a fine story in Northampton Media.com by R Josh Mobley called The Trolls under the bridge. Check it out and if any of you have any stories about Bongo please let me know
February 20, 2011 @ 7:49 pm
We used to see Bongo, I didn’t know that was his name, on our way to school every morning. He would be sitting along the bike path, often in front of Spaghetti Freddy’s, and would greet us with a very friendly “Good Morning”. He would then remind my kids how important it was to stay in school. He was always very kind. We will miss him!