Just learned my old friend Bob passed away Monday. He had a well-regarded French restaurant in NYC, and he covered the walls with old photographs of his friends and himself from our punk days in 80s Detroit. He told me that at least once a week someone would point at a particular photo and ask an employee, "Who is that?!" The employee would plead ignorance, and have Bob come out from the kitchen. They'd ask him, and he'd tell them, "That's my old friend Christine. She was a poet in an industrial band. She really is something else." I thought it was very kind of him to let me know that I was still blowing minds, and in NYC no less.
I'd got the silly silver wig when the Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey Circus was in town.