Just The Tip-sters

If you’ve never experienced small town life, it’ll be almost impossible to comprehend the now-infamous tale of tiny Skidmore Missouri and the day nearly forty years ago that forever changed it.  That day – July 10, 1981 – was the day 47 year-old Ken Rex McElroy was gunned down in cold blood, in a hail of gunfire, in broad daylight while sitting in his truck alongside his wife, on Skidmore’s Main Street, with several dozen of its citizens surrounding the truck.  And yet, almost four decades after the fact, not a soul has admitted to seeing what happened.  How does this happen?  How does an entire town close ranks and keep a secret of such an unbelievably deadly act for so long?  The truth hides in the cracks of a story so wild it begs credulity.  It is a story of the sort of raw brutality and menace usually only found in cheap novels and overly broad morality plays.  It turns out that Bad Guys who are Bad Guys just for the sake of being Bad Guys do exist in this world.  And maybe the worst of the worst was the