It was 2008 and one week before Christmas. My wife and I returned home from attending our second-oldest grandson’s Christmas program. We were tidying up the house as we had two visitors coming a little later when we heard the doorbell on our back porch ring.
This was very strange as no one came in that door in the cold of winter. When my wife went to see if someone was there, no one was. But as she was going back through the kitchen she looked out the bay window and yelled, “There’s a naked man coming up the sidewalk.”
I ran to the front door and locked it. The man rang the doorbell and said “Let me in.”
I told him no, and what did he want. He said this was his church and he needed to be inside as he was cold.
I said of course you’re cold, you are naked and this is not a church but our home.
I also told my wife to call 911, which she did. The dispatcher asked if the man had a gun and my wife came to the window and looked. She reported to the dispatcher no gun, just naked.
The police came quickly and put the man in the patrol car without incident. I took one of my old coats out to the patrol car to help him get warm and cover him up a bit. This in family folklore is called “When The Naked Man Came Calling.”