I received a call the day after Thanksgiving from a gentlemen who called me a few winters ago while on his way up a mountain top in his jeep with a gun in his glove compartment intending to kill himself. Half way up the mountain he said all of a sudden he heard really loudly, "CALL SUSAN ST. JEAN". He had been to one of my public gallery readings a year earlier and had my card in his wallet. We were on the phone for hours and when we were hanging up he said he not only wasn't