I don’t know what his name is but he’s been doing his radio gig for decades now from his perch on a stone wall in Boston Common. He “broadcasts” the news at the top of his lungs as people, hurring to work, stream by. Today it was “It’s gonna rain hard at noon…the Bruins won in overtime 2 to 1 and the Celtics lost to the Lakers.”
It wasn’t raining when I took this picture but I think the “radio” thought it made for a better background. (It did.)
It’s not often one gets to take a picture of a glorious subject like this gentleman. He is soft spoken and very polite but very guarded as well. We’ve seen him around Boston in various places, often very far apart. What makes him so interesting to me is that he is always dressed exactly the same way whenever we see him. I don’t know his backstory yet but one of these days I will.
His name is Michael, last name unknown. His “office” is the Starbucks on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets. If you go into Starbucks around 8am you will often see him drinking his coffee on the corner of the communal table or even perhaps catching up on his sleep, head down not moving. The staff seems to accept his presence either way.
I took this portrait of Michael last Sunday as I was picking up the New York Times and the Boston Globe for our morning reading extravaganza. The nice thing about running into Michael inside Starbucks is the staff won’t let him beg inside the coffee shop. Once outside however his empty morning coffee cup becomes his begging container as he practices his trade with professional skill and cunning rarely seen on Boston’s streets. He has been a fixture on that corner for many years and Michael has many regular patrons. I don’t consider myself a regular donor but occasionally I’ll slip him a buck because he is such a pro.