It was confirmed today that the mayor died from an apparent self-inflicted gun shot wound to the chest.
So sad. I didn't have the pleasure to meet this man, but a lot of the people I work with would consider him a friend. I've heard nothing but great stories over the last two days and the thing that keeps coming up is his smile. His genuineness. His friendly demeanor towards all.
So where is this line that was crossed? What hope do regular schmoes have dealing with troublesome times? It is a deeply disturbing thought for me to contemplate. I still can't quite wrap my mind around it.