I managed a 50's style novelty store that had a restaurant counter on the Santa Monica Promenade back in the early 90's. There was a guy that used to sit outside and play the most beautiful blues songs. He sat on a wooden crate as be belted out really heart felt songs. The police started harassing him so I spoke to the officer and asked to leave him alone and I would keep an eye on him. I spoke to this wonderful musician and told him if he sat in front of the store and played I would feed him every night he did. It was the best decision I could have made.
After 2 or 3 months he stopped showing up. I missed those songs, Buloxy Blues, Put a Candle in the Window, all fantastic. He showed up at the shop one day and handed me a CD he had recorded. He was happy and vibrant. He told me a record producer saw him in front of the store and took him to a studio to record.
That man was Teddy Hawkins.
He had reunited with his daughter and grandchild and was at peace. He recorded 3 or 4 albums that year. Unfortunately, he had a heart attach on Christmas day and his duaghter came to the shop to thank me for reuniting them.
I loved that man...