As we pedaled by him on our bicycles, I did not see any adult keeping tabs on him.
A few houses down the street, an elderly man was mucking about in his garage. "Excuse me," I called, hopefully, "Are you missing a boy?"
"No," he said. "Is there one missing?"
"There's a little boy on the corner. He isn't wearing any shoes or socks."
"That's not good," said the man looking up the street.
"Do you know where he might live?"
"No," said the old man.
The husband and I turned back.
The little boy couldn't or wouldn't answer any of our questions. "What's your name?" "…