And it is over...THE GREAT CANNON SHOT...I hope it went without any hitch. That was a closure to this searing section of literary history. I hated the suicide of Hunter Thompson, but it was his life and his reasons, and his choice. What can one say to a person who is tired and weary and full of pain both physical and emotional. He had paid his dues, he had carved his legacy. I regret this immense loss and especially the fact I never got to talk to him in person. He was in Louisville about a year or so before and I missed the opportunity to see him in in person. There was no pre-publicity of the event at the Galt House in Louisville. I would have crawled there if I had known. It passed and I missed a great opportunity of my lifetime, and I will always remember it.