On June 27th, after a nice evening of swimming at Hoyt Pool with our church, Lisa and I came home to an interesting situation: a strange man was sitting on the front porch of a house two houses down from us. This, after I had just been selling our neighborhood to one of the kids' friend's parents. Anyhow, I parked the car, sent the family inside, and headed down the block to see what was up.

The neighbor came to the side door when she saw me and said the man had been there for twenty minutes or so. She had thought it was maybe one of the partying WLC students across the street at first, but then she saw some gray hair and realized he was alone. But still scary. He apparently got up once in the time he was sitting there to ring the doorbell, just to sit back down when she wouldn't answer.

After about ten minutes, still waiting for the police to stop by, I went home to tell my wife all was OK and that I was going to stick around outside until the boys in blue made an appearance. But I didn't want to make the guy nervous, so I went back around the block the other way so I could come back from another direction. By then, however, he'd taken off for a slow walk. Still no cops, and it had now been about 40 minutes. Not waiting to see if the neighbor would receive a free doughnut for slow delivery, I followed in the direction he went: Wisconsin Avenue towards 94th.

A couple of minutes into my walk, seeing nothing, a police van rolled up on me and asked if I was sitting on someone's front step. I explained that I was looking for the guy and they sped off without much of a plan. I walked up and down 94th and 95th, then returned home before driving the blocks, and then walking them again an hour later.

Sure, I was worried he might hurt someone or scare someone else, but the neighbors who discussed it were also concerned for his well-being. He sat quietly somewhere for nearly 40 minutes waiting for a helping hand, and we all figured the best bet would be those paid to serve and protect. Maybe Milwaukee is too big of a city for such a non-crime to get any attention, and maybe our neighborhood should have its own plan in place for such an event.

I guess next time (and this isn't the first time) someone wanders around the area after getting away from one of the medical buildings, we'll have to handle it the old-fashioned way with our own yard tools as backup. I'm not really sure what else we can do. Anyhow, I hope someone did help him out or that he found his way back to where he belonged.