Editorâs Note ⢠This is the first in a periodic installment hoping to highlight average people doing under-appreciated work in our communities. If you know of someone who should be featured, contact the author at the email address above. There were nights when Michael Cumming sat enveloped in the darkness, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a revolver in the other, waiting, he says âto get to the point where I could just cross over.â He had spent a dozen years in the military, and seen bruta... <iframe src="http://www.sltrib.com/csp/mediapool/sites/sltrib/pages/garss.csp" height="1" width="1" > </frame>