I was driving my truck along Main Street in Tell City a few years ago when I caught sight of an older, somewhat disheveled man walking along the sidewalk. There wasn’t anything extraordinary about him, just an average guy really, but I noted that as he walked, he held his head low and moved slowly, almost aimlessly. Suspecting that he was depressed about something I reflected on tough times in my own life. Must be down on his luck, I thought as I passed. “Hope things pick up for you, Bud,” I whispered as I sped by.