Houston Beer News / 01.07.2020

I cried the day that I heard Ahmaud Arbery was gunned down in the streets. I’m not sure what it was about his story that grabbed my stomach and twisted it in knots, but I can recount just about every moment of that day and a few of the days that followed. It wasn’t the day he was shot. It was the day that I learned that his killers weren’t arrested....