Answer to question number 6

Yes the man lying in my front yard was alive, thank goodness. Other wise my yard might have been haunted, you think? One morning after my husband, Mel had died I was sleeping in. I hate that expression "sleeping in". I like to say sleeping late. It was the week-end. Saturday or Sunday, I don't remember which the door bell rang. I grabbed my housecoat and slid my feet into some shoes. When I opened the door there was a lady standing there whom I had never seen before. She said did you know there is a man lying in your yard? No I did not know that. She said come out and look to see if you know him. Darn I was sleepy not wanting to look at a man but I did as she ask. The man seemed to be asleep or dead, very still and not responding to us discussing him. I lived on a busy street and another man passing by saw him there and us observing him so he stopped to inquire what was going on. He touched the man's foot with the toe of his shoe and there was still no response. I said I think I had better call for help. A policeman and an ambulance arrived at about the same time. The inquiring people left and I went inside completely awake by now. I watched out the window, nosey I know, wouldn't you have? They put the man in the ambulance but they didn't leave. I thought they were stabilizing him before taking him to the hospital. After a while he walked out the ambulance door and up the street. The police and ambulance went on their way. I assumed he had a seizure or was diabetic, something. Probably was able to explain his condition and didn't want to go to the hospital. I never saw him again but I was glad he was okay. We lived on a street in San Antonio which became a through fare from the west side to the east side so we saw a lot of odd things. Maybe I'll tell you somemore someday.