By JEN CHEN
Rand was walking around Westport during the Pitch Music Showcase, and not surprisingly, he was getting a lot of attention. When I saw him in front of Buzzard Beach, a few people were standing around and taking pictures of him on their cell phones.
“I don’t buy nothing,” the 42-year-old said. Everything he wore had either been found or given to him. The black headdress was fashioned out of a woman’s shirt, and he sported a dog collar around his neck. He had all sorts of random stuff hanging off of him, like a set of handcuffs from his belt. “They’re toys. Cops are always messing with me,” he said. Around his neck, maybe attached to the dog collar, he had a couple of pencil-thin flashlights pointing forward. “It’s so I can see,” he said. He also sported a laser light pointer, and he proceeded to give me a demonstration of how it could be used. “Wait, did you drop something? Where is it?” he asked with mock concern. I looked down, and sure enough, a red dot skimmed the pavement, pointing to the “lost” object.
I wrapped up the interview. Before we parted ways, he gave me a present: A copper-colored glittery stone. As I walked away, his outfit was getting more comments. “I like your skirt,” a woman called out to him.
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We see this guy in our neighborhood all the time, and we call him "The Nomad." After a couple of months, we have a whole mythology built up about his life as a crimefighter. Helping people find lost keys is also a public service.
Like the books, that outfit starts strong, sags in the middle, and then ends abruptly without a proper finish.
By 'proper finish' I mean pants.
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