When I first started dating my wife, there used to be a street performer named Baton Bob.
He was a bald black man who wore booty-shorts, usually with a matching vest, but sometimes shirtless. He usually had a top hat and almost always a baton.
Bob would march down the street in one of the busiest in St. Louis with his bedazzled outfit, spinning his baton and blowing a coaches whistle. Everyone’s head would turn.
He disappeared from St. Louis sometime ago. Now i know where he went.