Lost Man

Barb saw an old fellow outside on the street.  He was looking lost.  He walked up to the neighbour’s door and then walked back down the driveway.  Then he walked back and forth on the road.  Eventually, our neighbour came out to get her mail.  The man approached her and Barb was out getting our mail too.  She heard them talking and went up to them.  The man was lost.  Barb asked him where he lived but he didn’t know.  Barb asked him what his name was.  He knew his name.  So Barb hurried in to the house and looked his name up in the phone directory and found that he lived on Hogan Street.  When they were leaving the street, he said that the bags outside our neighbour’s house were the bags he put the lawn waste in.  Barb said no he lived on Hogan Street.  So she walked him up Hogan to his house.  She asked him if he lived at this house and he didn’t know but Barb saw the pile of yard waste on the side of the road and told him this was his house because there are your weeds.  Barb took him up to the door and his daughter said that he must have gotten outside by himself.