My best friend's wife called me up today and asked if I heard about the shootout between the state police and a guy in Otisville yesterday. Otisville is a village of less than 900 people in the NE corner of the county. I don't listen to the news and I hadn't heard about it. I came in the house and answered the phone after she called several times, and she told me about that. When she said, "You know who it was?", I said, "JJ.", and I was right. JJ is one of the guys I used to go riding with, but no one could get hold of him this year. He wasn't answering any calls or texts, and was posting some really weird things on Facebook. It sounded like he was ready to check out of this world, but he could have just been whining about how bad he had it. My friend showed me a couple of things he posted when we were up north a month ago. There was a cabin he stayed at not far away in McKinley, and none of my friend's other friends in that town had seen or heard from him either. JJ is number 5 in the first pic. Number 7 is Dave who quit riding, moved away, got a leg amputated, and died. Now there are only 5 of us that ride together semi-regularly. There are local news videos about it from at least 4 TV stations if you search for Otisville police shootout. I guess no one who really knew JJ well enough to know what was really going on tried to get him any help when he started going crazy. JJ used to work with guy number 4, who used to work with me and my best friend in Grand Blanc.