Louie the Tricycle Guy

One of things about living in Boston is that it's small enough that you start to recognize people. To many of those who don't live in the city, I'm sure the down-and-out, the homeless, and the somewhat deranged appear as a wave of anonymous humanity. But, like I said, you start to recognize people. I'm sure most Bostonians recognize Louie the Tricycle Guy: he might be one of the most recognized people in Boston (more than many Red Sox players).

This winter I mentioned him to a couple of friends because I hadn't seen (or heard) Louie for several months--maybe something had happened to Louie?

Fortunately, you can't keep a good, if highly unusual, man down. With that, by way of Universal Hub, comes this video about Louie the Tricycle Guy:

Louie from Brian Moore on Vimeo.

I was also impressed by the decency of the guys at Back Bay Bicycle--people like them make Boston a little more decent and humane.


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