Few things are more devastating than a love, one going missing on the vanished cast from wondering Ozma So Jones tell stories of Miss persons that have gone overlooked. mainstream media. She gets the story from friends and family the missing person and frequently too. What's with law enforcement and others close to the case. Marisa wants to help families find their vanished, loved ones or a sense of peace. in a recent episode of the vanished Marilla. looks into the disappearance of James Foster chance the forty eight year old man from Texas when Miss in March of twenty twenty one last seen by his neighbors cleaning up after you're a storm devastated and without any leads James found? We began searching for him, but in their search

began uncovering clues. James was not the man, they thought he was and worse than he may have disappeared on purpose about to hear a preview of the vanished. Why listening follow the vanished on Apple podcast, Amazon music or wherever you get. Your pike ass. This and add free by joining wondering plus in the quandary up. Every neighbourhood has a chair of mysteries. We liver entire lives and barely know the people just one door down. I have a summer house in Southampton a couple of hours outside of New York. This part of the Hamptons is called the bayside. It's quiet, peaceful, a place to escape from the city in the hot summer, months, Simpson and I can t. I have a house on the same street is me. My name is Jacqueline D out

and where Mary thirty five years remarried fifty two years they ve been coming here since the eighties Most of the houses on our streets are single story with wooden clapboard fronts. But there's one house on the street that stands out. For starters, it's just bigger than most of the other houses. It's too stories and out of one and is the only one on the street with a separate guesthouse out back and then This is the way it looks, the house's spectre, killer with windows and windows windows every thing about it is over the top, this upon with goldfish lots of fish and a waterfall to the pond, to its bigger old browser that anything else on the street. In two thousand ten, my wife

and I bought the house next door. It wasn't long before a man popped over to our house to introduce himself. He was dressed like a maintenance man, Green khaki, pants, a long sleeve work, shirt and a faded baseball cap. He welcomed us to the neighborhood. He handed us a folder of press, clippings literally just took them and said, thank you, and but he wanted us to have them in a he really wanted Joe to have him. There were articles that a psychiatrist, Doktor Isaac, Hirsch Cough had written and calls that had been written about him in MID August, an invitation arrive to a summer, barbecue next door, hosted by Doktor her, I think this would be the last of three big summer parties he through every year, It was a warm afternoon. I chatted with a few people sipped on my glass of wine

and began to wander around. At some point, I found myself in the living room. There was a fake giraffe bust, phoenician masks, plastic parents hanging from the ceiling, even a giant gong. But what struck me most with photographs, lots and lots of photographs, and in nearly every one of them there was. I cursed carve with a different celebrity Ike with Henry Kissinger Ike with Ellie was out Ike with Brook shields. I quitted Palko. Even Ike was Oj Simpson. It was like one of those diners where the walls were covered with pictures of celebrity patrons

At that moment, the man himself appear. He greeted me like a long lost friend and said that my wife and I should come over soon for a drink, and then he was gone sure enough. A few days after the Summer Party, the same maintenance man we met before showed up at our door again. This time he brought an invitation for drinks. It was very far. As if he was reading from a script like Doktor Scott. We want you to come all right at such and such a time. I think that today, in the formality of it blew me away- and he was very, very exacting how I had to go so we went one of the strangest evenings. I've ever had the hamptons. or anywhere else for that matter. A definite answers I can is Becky welcomed us in. I should ask to around kitchen table. There were snow. laid out care. I'm sorry, I

white wine, so what I remember is him talking incessantly about being a sex therapists than a celebrity therapist. I can't remember the details, but that debt adjusts really sticks in my mind that he kept going on and on about that like a mile long run a dialogue. That's what I remember. What are you remember? I remember thinking these, People are, I felt suffocated. I talked about his work, I've ever thing like it. I remember thinking a brazen about the details of his life can theory we were strangers and also concerning what he does he did. About an and sports guy, as and somebody a Yankees player. I just he laughed aloud discretion, given his feel listen politely as he went on and on. I just remember you looking for the door. Finally, after but an hour,

and we needed to get home and we got up to leave and it was very clear that pointed to photograph a photograph of me, I think he came out and sad or would like to get a picture of you and it was just Joe. It wasn't Joan. I saw I learnt I'd, take my picture. To his walk and then we laughed as fast as we could Remember getting her home collapsing on a couch or something told me. She never wanted to go back. There was no sign of the maintenance man than I don't and I went on, but I knew

was still around, sometimes we'd, be honoured. Deck and we'd see him outside working in the yard. When I returned to the hamptons the following summer, I noticed something strange at the house next door. I would see the maintenance man out on the property doing his usual work in the back yard, but I cursed cough was gone. I would never see him or his wife backing in the hamptons. Again there were no more summer parties, it was as if they had simply disappeared, And that's when I learned that everything I had thought I'd known about my neighbor was wrong. It's a wild story. That's the maintenance man, the guy who came to our door with the press clippings I we saw working around the yard. That was Marty markets. The same guy would first gone to see darker Isaac, hearse com as a patient, nearly

thirty years earlier.