Happiness found in L.B.
By Don Weberg
Daily Forty-Niner
An unsolved mystery ended last week when
Dalys "Hap" Heidt strolled into Shorehouse Café on Second Street
and told a waitress he was lost.
After a short conversation, the waitress,
Cal State Long Beach student Fawn Foster, discovered Hap had been missing
for more than five days.
"He told me, 'I fell asleep in my car last
night, and I'm lost,'" Foster said.
When Foster asked the 76-year-old Hap where
he was from, he simply said, "Anza," but could not recall where Anza was.
When Foster told him he was in Long Beach,
Hap knew he was far from home.
"The whole time, he was standing there,"
Foster said. "He never sat down, so I thought to myself, OK, what do you
do with a drunk guy? Give him coffee."
After getting him some coffee, Foster learned
that "Hap" was short for Happiness. For an hour and a half, Foster questioned
Hap to help him find his way home.
Hap had no phone numbers or maps, and his
driver's license listed only a post office box number. The situation
looked bleak until Hap blurted out that he knew people in Long Beach.
"When he said that, I said, Oh, well, can
you think of their numbers? There's a pay phone outside, and it's
a local call, so it will only be 35 cents,'" Foster said.
A few minutes after going outside to use
a pay phone, Hap came back inside and told Foster that he could not contact
anyone, Foster said.
"I don't know if he even knows how to use
a pay phone," Foster said.
Foster handed him a slip of paper to write
down the number, so she could place the call for him. The number
he wrote down had eight digits. When she told him, he repeated another
number, which did not match the written number.
After attempting two versions of the number
Hap wrote down, she called the one he verbalized.
Mary Bender, a friend of Hap's for nearly
40 years, answered.
"It was wonderful [that Foster called],"
Bender said. "He has the start of Alzheimer's and had been drinking [for
days before]."
Bender was so elated she came to the restaurant
about 10 minutes later, picked up Hap and put some money in the parking
meter for his truck.
What happened in those five days is a mystery.
It is thought that after having breakfast at a Veterans of Foreign Wars
outpost in Anza, a small community in the desert near Palm Springs, Hap
befriended someone who took advantage of his age, money and car.
"This other person drove his truck and
they went to Oceanside and ended up in Belmont Shore," Bender said.
According to Donna Schumacher, a friend
at the mobile-home community where he lived in Anza, Hap's truck had considerably
more miles than before and $700 worth of mechanical damage.
"He scared the hell out of all of us,"
Schumacher said. "All of a sudden, he just vanished."
Hap is now resting at the home of his sister,
Norma, in Iowa. |