Goodbye Bongo

homless vet bongo northampton MABongo 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 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