It was such a normal summer day, one with sunshine and birds and baseball. There was no indication when we got up on the morning of Saturday, June 24, 2017, that we would go to bed that night a changed populace.
Bad things should not happen at Ron’s Roost in Bridgetown: This is a land of mashed potatoes, sauerkraut on rye, and the only cole slaw I will put in my mouth. It’s safe place. It’s a place you go with your family after Mass, not an establishment you will evermore hide your face from as you whizz past en route to Zip Dip, whispering, “That’s…that’s where I was when….