This morning, I had gotten a phone call from my brother Wade. It seems that my cousin, John Clinton Coldiron, had died in his sleep last night. Now honestly, I know his passing was terrible, but with all the bad stuff he did over the last two years, it's hard to be sorrowful. For instance, he had his sister Cathy thrown out of the house that my late aunt Irma has lived in for over thirty years (just so that he could use the money to buy a new pickup). But still, it's still bad news, and I will miss him.