Yesterday I was working on something in the garage and I figured if I got going with my typical errands I could get to Frank H.’s house in Haverhill and take him to the Noon meeting listed for the Congregational Church on Main Street. It’s really a pretty long ride and I wasn’t highly motivated. I started calling him, but he didn’t answer. I assumed he was “sleeping off” the evening before, despite having just returned from the local hospital where he apparently took himself...
