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At my previous house, a neighbor man had Alzheimer's. He would get loose in the neighborhood. Somebody would eventually find him
or recognize he had a problem. If the cops were called old Mr. Sebastian would tell them he couldn't remember his address but lived in
a house with a blue boat upside down against the house.

I had a small rowboat leaning against the deck in back. They always brought him to my house. I then had to take them next door to wake
the wife or his live in nanny.

The old guy bonded with me for some reason. He would show up in my driveway wanting to talk. Mostly while I was busy. He always wanted
to "...do his part to keep the base up and running..." I finally gave in. One time, I gave him a can of paint, brush and cardboard. Told him to
paint the "...hours of operation. Don't bother me until you're done..." Poor guy struggled for a few hours to make a sign, just couldn't
remember how to write. He did paint that cardboard a perfect white... I hung it in the garage. The next day he didn't even know he painted it.
I left it hang.

I'd let him hold a wrench or cup of nails while I was working in the garage. He seemed content to be helping.

The convoluted, rambling conversation could get mind numbing. Repeated EVERYTHING...

Some of us will be there someday if we live long enough...