This morning as Kara and I returned from our walk (about 55 minutes, 3 miles with me bearing 30 lb. of wrist and ankle weights) we were treated to the sight above. I couldn’t tell immediately if the man were breathing. I went into the house to see if my wife knew anything about him. She didn’t.
Concerned that he needed help but also concerned that he might be violent, I had my wife call 911 while I monitored the situation outside. The man did not respond to our inquiries.
Within a few minutes some Fire Department paramedics and a CPD squad car had arrived. The paramedics got him to his feet, checked his pockets (screw driver, pocket knife, pack of cigarettes), put him on a stretcher, and took him off. I don’t know whether for treatment or to sleep it off or, maybe some of both.
And that was our adventure for this morning.
I saw that about 20 years ago on our sidewalk one morning. I walked up and touched his back. Glad I wasn’t standing right over him, he sprang up very suddenly and raced off. I’ll never know, but I believe when you drink very heavily, there’s a point where you’ll pass out no matter where you are.
Was he facing East?
Steve
South, actually. He didn’t look like a proponent of the Lost Cause.
My first thought at seeing the picture was a landscaper listening for a leaking irrigation system as I used to do that back when I was a landscape laborer.
That’s what I initially thought, Andy. Or maybe listening for termites. But when he didn’t move I became concerned.