[Gogar]

My neighbor, Mike G. was a postal-service employee, he lived across the alley from me. Nice enough guy, in his early '50s, single. Had a Jack Russel named "Jack."

We used to do the compulsory wave and say "hi" kind of thing. I talked to him about my cars and bikes and stuff, mostly because that's where we used to see each other. He had a nice Dodge Power Wagon in his garage, that he worked on a bit.

I was out of town working last weekend. When I got home on Sunday, I spent a little time out in the alley. Talked to another neighbor for a bit; in passing he mentioned that ALL of Mike's cars were parked out on the street, instead of in the garage. Garage door was cracked open about 3-4 inches on the bottom. That's all that really came of it. Nothing too abnormal.

Turns out that something bad (no one really knows what) happened to Mike on Saturday evening. Other neighbors heard him revving up the Power Wagon for about 10 minutes in the garage, then he pulled it out and parked it on the street. Whatever.

Mike hung himself in the garage on Saturday night. He took his dog with him.

I don't have anyone to tell about it, but I just wanted to remind everyone to be nice to each other, because the tiniest good thing you do might be the thing that saves a friend, or even someone you barely know. I get to wonder forever if I might have said something better to Mike.