His glasses were brown, semi-rimless and matched the crisp white gloves he wore to replace modern-day fingerless bike gear. He had a black bowler hat with a tiny brown feather tucked into the lip and a red bow-tie complimented his brown, red and tan checkered suit. And, as he twirled a woman around, moving with bousterous live swing music, the rest of the sidewalk crowd watched, dazed by the energy of his imprompteau dance. Read More