I’ve known Michael for probably over 10 years now. The man is always chatty and almost always pleasant. Except when it’s raining. His “office” is on the corner of Charles and Beacon Streets, close by the steps of Starbucks. Here he is sitting ON those steps, so to get in, one has to squeeze by him and his ever-present Starbucks begging cup.
Today I stopped by for a chat to bug him about his (apparently) life-long avocation as a beggar. “Can’t make more money no other way”, he said.
And he’s probably right.
It’s sad though because I can’t help but think if life’s bouncing ball had taken a couple of different hops he wouldn’t be “famous” for being a beggar.