Saturday night I arrived in Memphis. I walked to Texas de Brazil restaurant and there were about 20 police cars surrounding the Peabody Hotel. A teenager had just jumped off the roof clutching a suicide note. So sad. Supposedly this is not the first jumper from that hotel. I wonder the significance of jumping off the Peabody? It’s not particularly tall.
As sad as that story is, the truth is that when someone dies, life continues.