Feelin' the blues
An elder statesman of Boston's music scene finds himself homeless, but not friendless
As a steamy July day faded into evening, Weepin' Willie Robinson sat on a downtown bench under the shelter of a tree strung with unlit decorative lights. With the Old State House and surrounding skyscrapers towering above his perch, he enjoyed a cigarette, the city bustling around him. (Full article: 1579 words)
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