On this day in 1994, Paul Hill walked up to a pickup truck in the driveway of a Pensacola clinic and killed Jim Barrett and Dr. John Britton with a shotgun.
I stood in a parking lot across the street with some of the other clinic escorts (Jim was one of ours) for a few hours. The bodies were laid out and covered with sheets while the crime scene guys did their thing.
I never met Dr. Britton; he was one of the volunteers who stepped up when David Gunn was murdered barely a year before.
Jim was a good guy, a sort of grandfather figure. He's buried at Arlington:
I'm gonna hoist a drink in his honor sometime today and hope that someday crazy religious douchebags will no longer exist.
And for the rest of us, if you know a guy like Jim, buy him a drink.
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