Thirty-five years ago, a horrific crime devastated my hometown of Flushing, Michigan: Two armed men robbed a tiny convenience store called Mary's Sunshine Dairy on N. McKinley Road (my street), shooting the two clerks and one witnesse execution-style before making off with their big payday of $220.
The men, Michael Prast and Ricky Newell, were promptly caught and convicted; they've been serving life sentences ever since. Prast's time is almost up—not in prison, on this earth. Prast says now:
Gee, he sounds all broken up about it 'n' stuff.
Stumbling across this piece about his losing battle with kidney failure and liver disease has reminded me of how this crime haunted Flushing. Everyone seemed to have a story of how they were almost in the store that night. I swear I went in there even after the crime, which scared off a lot of customers, but I was a kid and would probably be even more creeped out now.