Evil never stops destroying. Jeremy Richman was a good guy. We chatted once a week at one of my local hangouts where he would appear with his beautiful daughter usually dressed as a princess and his eighteen month old son. We talked about the usual stuff people casually acquainted speak of — the weather, town politics and kids. He was a warm and friendly person. We spoke several times before someone told me he had lost a daughter in the shooting. Jeremy and his family started a foundation named after their daughter Arielle, and the foundation offices were in the...