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.