This may be one of the last posts for awhile. I'm losing my place to live and in a few days will live out of my car or a friend's backyard. Don't have any family, at least that I'm close to, but something struck me that why is it that those who are alone are the very ones who are the most sensitive to those in need? We don't value our elderly enough! We stick them away in nursing homes or wait for them to die or disappear, and if they do disappear, we smile at the camera and say, "Dad please come home, your family is waiting for you." I saw one of Bob's daughters say that after he'd been missing for several days. As if he was still out doing his daily walk! That would be an extra-ordinary walk for a 81yr-old-man-with bad knees who walked with a cane and couldn't see very well. Not to mention the SIL volunteers in doing searches for people who are missing! What irony is that! Placentia is not far from where I live, I'm going to learn how to do searches for lost people, if I do it alone, I'm going to search for Bob myself. For those not familiar with Placentia, you go not too far in you're in lots of hills, small canyons, lots of open places. Also, the Pacific Ocean is not far away and the desert and the mountains are about an hour away, if at that. It shouldn't be that hard to learn and will do so within the legal limits. This particular man, this disappearance, really pulls at my heart strings. I heard it said that Bob was probably wearing a panama hat, belt and white, rebok tennis shoes. I guess bc I lost my father when he was 46 and Bob and he were the same age, both here in southern California. Sorry for the long post, but until I get hooked back on to the internet I have to make them long.