ABSTRACT
Carl stood on the overpass watching the traffic stream by underneath. He began swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the flowing vehicles. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered her name over and over again, "Cyndi . . . Cyndi . . . Cyndi." This scene continued for more than 30 min utes until a passing motorist noticed the swaying man on the concrete edge of the overpass. He pulled over to the side and called the State Police on his cell phone.
