I watched my headlights bounce reflected in a tailgate. The swinging. I remembered my mom had gone outside one morning to find the neighbor across the road had hung himself from a maple tree. It’s Texas so breezes along the plains tend to be rough and tussling. She said she had to watch for a minute. The pebbles in the road kicked up around the wind. She said the worst part was the tree didn’t creak. Eventually the paramedics came. The note said his family had left him. He was bro...