By John Batchelor
My best UAW source sends along a sobering story from Detroit of a 53 year-old laid-off, disabled GM worker, Timothy H. Regan, who quietly gave away all his possessions and waited in his recliner in his empty apartment for the knock of the eviction notice from the court. When it came in late January, Tim quietly went out the window. There was no note. In fact, the eviction servers did not realize Tim had jumped. They cleaned out what was left into a dumpster and only gradually understood that the sirens were because Tim was dead below. Unmarried, well-liked, unassuming Tim lost his job on a Black Thursday in 2006 and quietly ran out of money, healthcare, time and explanations. His family members loved him and left him alone. The silent sadness contains a mystery. No note. Why no note?