Ron grew up as one of just a few black children in a mostly white community in Northeastern Ohio. He grew up in the days of segregation. Where, if you were black, you couldn’t go into the local drug store and sit at the soda fountain to get a milkshake.
Or to drink from the same public water fountain as whites. And, of course, a whole lot of other nonsense.
I was too young to see Ron navigate through the Civil Rights Era in our home town, since I was about 10 years younger than him. But we eventually got to know each other a year or so after I became a Christian.
We became very close over years. He was a great friend and brother in the Lord. We went most everywhere together. He was one of the best friends I’ve ever had in my life.
And he had a whole bucket full of “black sayings” that he would pull out and use depending on the situations we were in.