It was a rainy day and James was watching the heavy traffic on Westpark from his kitchen window. He noticed a scruffy looking man sitting by a dying campfire, across Westpark, between the street and the railroad tracks (or where they used to be). James had lived in this apartment many years and had never seen the man before and thought it very strange. James, being curious, put on his boat shoes and raincoat, and then skirted traffic to find out more about the mysterious stranger. The man said he was often at this particular location. James said they talked for a long time but it passed quickly, he had no idea how long until he returned to his apartment and saw the clock. James went to his window to see if he was still there. No man, no campfire. He was puzzled; but he swore it happened just like he told it to me.
Although I asked James several times, I was never told what they talked about. We used to laugh about it; if it was another dimension, certainly rush hour traffic saw him in 3rd dimension, standing alone in the soaking rain hunched over, perhaps talking to himself. Wonder what those drivers thought?