This was a while ago... It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was coming home on the Canada line. At Broadway/City Hall, I went out to get the 99 and you were busking at the entrance, playing a fiddle and wearing a beautiful white and blue fair-isle sweater. You had a nut-brown beard and a broad build. I couldn't say hello then (you were working, I was in a hurry), but whenever I went back, it was someone else.