This is horrible.To work your whole life and make it to 90 and still be an active man-just to murdered by these animals.
You said it for me. A crying shame!
“To work your whole life and make it to 90 and still be an active man-just to murdered by these animals.”
I was friends with the lady that ran the corner store near our cabin in Northern Minnesota. As a kid I would ride my bike up there to get candy. She’d yell at me to quit fingering the pieces before I bought them.
As I got older I would make sure to spend some money in her shop even though it was cheaper back in town. She’d yell at me for looking through the newspaper before I bought it.
She lived up there by herself for as long as I knew her. Little unit in the back of the store. Outhouse in the yard (pump water). Winters included.
At the age of 93 she was still running the store. Some Indians robbed her and killed her. I’m guessing she gave them some lip and tried to fight them off. She was a feisty gal.