Amazing how some people can weave a thread in our lives without even knowing it. In the early 1980's I used to see Suzy in the Park Street subway station in Boston. I lived downtown and worked in Newton. I took the train from Park Street to Newton each morning and she was always there. Back then she had only an old, child-size accordian and she only knew one song. It was Take Me Out To The Ball Game. She would spend hours a day on that dingy subway platform beneath the streets of Boston.
Over the years her repertoir increased, she bought a new, big accordion and got a microphone and amp. Eventually she started wearing the antler hat and she traded in the accordion for a synthesyser. And then suddenly she was gone. I didn't see her any more. Every so often I'd think about her and wonder what had become of her.
Several years later I was in San Francisco for a business conference and lo and behold I spied her on the sidewalk. It was a surprise and a pleasure to see she was doing so well. About that same time, now the early 1990's, I had a friend who lived in Cambridge. He told me he was purchasing a painting from an artist friend who "only did paintings of street people", and that I was going to love this painting. It was composed of tiny trapezoids, he explained, that when viewed from a distance defined the image of the painting. And so on that certain day I came by to see the newly delivered masterpiece and was again both surprised and amused to discover that Suzy was the subject!