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Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

     - Edwin Arlington Robinson -
       " The Children Of The Night "

I was reminded of this poem by the chilling news of a murder/suicide here in Pagosa. It just so happens that the victims were our clients. Drew remembers helping one of the victims copy something on Saturday. Galina remembers shipping off a number of packages for them not long ago. Personally, I can't connect a face to the name. In any event, Drew recalled that in conversations with one of the victims, they seemed to be - by just about any standard - fairly well off.

Who could have known?

Cheers...