Gibby.

Gibby was in trouble all his life, really. One of those kids who never really had a chance, in hindsight, and maybe you could even see it at the time, but who's to talk down the potential of a kid when he's a kid?

I remember my mom trying to "save" him at some point, taking him to church with us when I was about 10 or 11. My most vivid memory of evening was the closing hymnal and sharing the songbook with him, pointing out the words as they were being sung.

Anyway, Gibby eventually quit school around 6th or 7th grade and ended up in and out of trouble throughout his teens into adulthood - ended up at the boys school up in Knightstown, and eventually jail. I would hear his name on the radio every couple of years for whatever felony or misdemeanor he committed that week, and shake my head.

They found his body hanging off the railroad trestle in my hometown yesterday. I really wish I had more to say here ... but all I can say is that he caused me no trouble. He really didn't. I hate that he got messed up in various things ... but I will not judge.

I hope that wherever he is, whatever demons he had are gone by now.