(no subject)
The golden kiwanis meets like clockwork every tuesday morning at Herman Park Center. Every tuesday morning a red truck is in my parking space and has most likely been there since 7am when the building opens at 8 and their meeting doesnt start until 11. Mr. Wheeler would always take my spot in the parking lot and then come in my office and talk to me for a few hours before the meeting starts. This tuesday he was in there as usual. Thursday afternoon one of the seniors that I absolutely adore, Peggy, called us and told us she just read in the paper that Mr. Wheeler had been found dead the night before with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He was only 68.