I took Ashley to school this morning and didn't see anything
the least bit unusual. I went to the post office and the
library and when I came home I passed the school and saw
news crews out front. Some poor distraught man had hanged
himself from the basket ball hoop on the play ground. He
apparently had no connection with the school. Fortunately,
the Principal had seen the gruesome sight at eight before
school began. None of the children saw anything unusual.
It was too cold for the playground to be available.
I pity the poor soul who was driven to suicide but can't help
but wonder at the place he chose. Fortunately his rage was
directed at himself instead of at the innocent children in
school.
They have called a parents meeting for tonight and I hope
they put a chain link fence around the school. Last year
an arsonist burned up the new and expensive wooden playground equipment that the PTA had purchased. We, the
parents and grandparents bought a lot of cookie dough and
other things we did not need to get that equipment.
Years ago, a middle-aged man threw himself off a New York bridge, was rescued in time. His family said, "Why didn't you tell us ... etc." and his response was, "I've been telling you -- no one was listening."