In the late 1980s I was standing on the corner of 9th and Main Streets in downtown Kansas City on a weekday, near the noon hour. I was walking back to work. The sidewalks and streets were covered with thick slush, so I was looking down a lot as I walked. I noticed an old man standing across the street, waiting to cross in the opposite direction. He was covered in an old coat and a warm winter hat. He was coming toward me in the intersection as we crossed. There were (and are) a lot of older homeless men in downtown Kansas City, and I thought to myself, "wow, look at that old, beat up guy. He looks worn out even by downtown standards."
I then looked down at the slush for the first several steps as I crossed the intersection. As the old man passed me, I looked up and was surprised to see that he had bright orange whiskers coming from under his lower lip. It suddenly hit me. I turned and looked at him as he reached the other side of the street and walked onto the sidewalk. It was Sun Ra, with Danny Thompson next to him. They walked off down the sidewalk, away from me.
I was very surprised, and thought of running after them, but thought, what exactly would I say? Plus I really needed to get out of the intersection before a car hit me. So I just went back to my office.