50 Bikers Blocked a Funeral After Protesters Screamed at a Dead Soldier’s Mother

gate and nobody said a word as they left.

Only then did the bikers move.

I walked over to the fence. I don’t know why. My legs just took me there.

Earl was talking to the funeral director. I left him. I walked across the wet grass in my black pumps and I stood in front of the old biker with the gray beard.

Up close, he was older than I thought. Maybe seventy.continue reading …