It's been really hard for the last few days, it seems like a week but it was really only yesterday morning. One of my best friends was murdered in his own driveway. At first they tried to say it was a suicide, but his friends knew better. This was a man who never took the easy way out of anything. He was a POW twice in the Vietnam War. He could have been discharged and become a civilian after the first time but he didn't. He always helped anyone out that he could. Now they think it might be some of those people that he helped. He opened his home to people if they didn't have a place to stay. All he required was that they worked and paid him a minimum amount of rent. If he had to work then so should they. That's fair. If you needed some cash and he had it, it was yours.Now whoever the lowlife %*$*@))$*$# is that did this, they better hope that the sheriff gets him before we find out who it is.

I wish I could say that this makes me feel better but it doesn't. There isn't going to be any feeling better for a long time to come.