A week later I pulled up in front of his house again and when I approached the front door I saw that the same sign was still hanging there. Perhaps, I thought, he had forgotten to take it down so I rang the bell. As I stood there a man approached me and introduced himself as Dean?s neighbor. He inquired if I was looking for Dean and I shook my head in the affirmative. I pointed to the sign on the door and he smiled. He told me that he knew where Dean was and gave me directions.