It’s one of the few places in the country where coffee is made with a fresh cup of water.
Greenfield Memorial Hall, where a casket of a former Greenfield police officer lay on the floor after he was shot in the head in July 2017, is a quiet and quiet place.
In a city that’s struggled to maintain its peace over the last two years, there’s no one sitting on a hilltop with a cup of coffee, but a small, makeshift bar sits in the corner.
It’s an old, worn-out table, filled with old cans of Red Bull and a couple of bottles of water, a few of which sit on a plastic table.
The barista pulls out a small metal can opener and takes a swig.
“You need to try it,” he says.
I open it up and it’s just this big little blob of coffee.
I look down at the can and see the remains of a man who had been shot in July.
He was a Greenfield Police Officer.
I open the can.
The smell of coffee and coffee and it just hit me.
I just want to grab a piece of it.
When I get home, I think about the small memorial that sits in my living room.
How about a small memorial for a police officer who died?
It has the words Officer Dwayne McNeil on it, a sign of respect for the fallen Greenfield officer.
A memorial for Dwayne, who was shot and killed in July of last year in front of his family, has been sitting in my home for years, my parents say.
They’d like to see this place open up and people come and visit.
My parents and my aunt want it to be a place where people feel safe.