Another August

This summer has been one filled with rainy days and lots of humidity. The rains clouds have provided respite from the usual heat that smothers us each summer. Usually in August, there is no more roadster running with the top down. Much to hot for that. This year I neglected the little ragtop. There has been a recall related to ignition switches on it. I parked it for a while then finally fired it up (something I don't do in August) and started driving it again. The Chevy Cobalt was the auto that had most of the problems and accidents. I think I'll survive.

Today the newscasts are filled with the suicide of Robin Williams. We have been informed of the gruesome details of his death by hanging while apparently using a knife to saw into his wrists. His wife of two years was asleep in another bedroom. She left the house the next morning, never knowing he had died. His assistant found him when he didn't respond to his calls.

We have been subjected all day to clips of his movies and TV shows. I've read his bio online.

Isn't it time to let it go. As the day wears on, each TV channel seems to want to wring as much air time over this tragedy as possible. It's news. It's big news that gathers viewers.

Apparently the man was in pain. I have all the information I need about his passing. It pains me to see it rehashed and rehashed over and over and around the clock. He was looking for peace. Let's let him have it now.