Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide. It's an easy day for me to remember.

Exactly three years prior to Cobain's death, my mother did almost exactly the same thing. She just used a smaller gun and the room was at the back of the garage, not over it.

And...that's really about all I can say about it all right now. I have far too many current disasters in my life to deal with at the moment to dwell too heavily on history.