Around midnight last night I saw an emergency vehicle roar by on the dirt road in front of my house. Going outside I watched as 9 more vehicles roared by to the house on the 2 1/2 acres next to mine. Soon some of their family began arriving. We. my granddaughter and I heard screams of agony. Then a young man roared out in an agonized voice "NO.NO,NO not dad! It was spine tingling to hear him. We went over to ask what had happened. The owners brother-in-law told us that Mike had killed himself. Mike was the last person you would expect to kill himself. He was a plummer. He had worked for months to remodel the interior of the house, landscape the acreage, plant trees and shrubs. He was industrious and always waved when he drove by. I reckon he was in his mid 40s. He had an old 1940s Army 3/4 ton truck out front along with a cannon mounted in the yard. The family has said they will move out. No one has came back since last night. I will miss seeing his friendly face every day....