Unfortunately, Mike died before his website could be completed, so he put me up to the task. Our family of water brothers were hiding at our private hotel, when a mob gathered around it. Mike went out to talk to them, and things went downhill from there. We were watching the event on the TV, and it wasn't pretty. The crowd started out with throwing bricks and rocks at Mike, while he just stood there and talked. As he stood there, preaching to them, they grew more and more violent. At one point, they pulled out a gun, and shot him. I'll never forget his last words, to a grasshopper, "Thou art God." That was one of the mantras of his Church. Afterwards, the rest of us left for my house, and we decided to buy the spot where Mike died, and all the area within a hundred mile radius. We chose to use this site to bury him, and we have plans to erect a statue of him.
I have started to work on a movie script about Mike. I grok he would like that.
J. Harshaw for V. M. Smith