I knew Moondog! (As well as anybody knew Moondog---which means not well at all.)

Chicago----1963. One day, there he was --- horned headdress and all the Viking accouterments --- just hanging out --- for about a month --- in front of Rose Records. --- That was my day job then. I was singing at The No Exit coffeehouse in town at night.
And then ------ just like this guitar (apparently) he was just gone!

Seeing this thread brought it all back.------It's like day-job-vu all over again!

Art Thieme