It’s a bright spring Saturday afternoon on an otherwise lonely industrial street on the Bushwick border. A dapper octogenarian, resplendent in a bright-red suit and matching cap, smiles for selfies, signs autographs, and fields questions from the cluster of young people surrounding him on the sidewalk. When a curious passerby slows to ask who the encircled celebrity is, the fans yell out, “Swamp Dogg!" in unison. Their “no duh" tone says, “Do you mean to tell me you don’t recognize thee O.G. D-O-double-G?!"