One neighbor came over today to look at Marshall's guns and fill me in on what they were. Marshall wanted his guns to go to (1) my brother Bob; and (2) his nephew Hank. Now I have at least an idea of what they are.
Another neighbor is coming over tomorrow morning with his tractor to see if he can help fix up my road (here's a photo so you can see what it looks like) -- I really like living way out in the mountains but when things like this happen I question my sanity. This road is the only way to and from my house.