The following written confession was submitted via email:

Early summer 86/87. Me and my brother's were throwing a football around in our front yard. We lived out in the country in Kentucky. Anyway my brother threw the football and I missed it, it rolled under a bush. I crawled under and got it. When I stood up to throw it, my brothers were both staring at the road which was about 20ft. From the front yard. You could see all the way up and down the road for at least a quarter mile. When I looked at what they were seeing it was a young man in 1920s clothing, without knickers shorts and [argyll] socks. With a stick on his shoulder like a hobo sack.. There was no wind, birds, even our dog wasn't barking. He walked past us for about 200 ft. When our parents were coming from town. He disappears right in front of them and everything seemed to wake up .My Dad who's a strong man, pulled into the driveway and said, I don't know what I just saw, but I don't want to talk about it. That's the truth and I've been wondering what we saw and how it happened.