I am writing in reference to recent articles about a “hobo” who was murdered. It is sad that our society has reached a state that reporting of a brutal death by such violent means can be reduced to what was printed, a callous handling of Clyde Worster’s death.
This man was a Vietnam veteran, a former truck driver and mine worker, father, son, brother, cousin, nephew and friend. A back injury medicated with pain medicine and alcohol was the main reason for what he became: a man who chose to be a free spirit, live life his way. He was a good person. He, and more importantly, his family and everyone who loved him didn’t deserve the unkind, uncaring things that were written about him. He was a lot more than you gave him credit for, which I as a relative knew.
Jean Walsh
Bangor
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