The coronavirus was spreading. The parties went on. Now comes the pain.

Washington Post logoJazz drifted through the air, mingling with laughter among old friends. Burgers were on the grill. Drinks were being poured.

It was the first Friday of March, and everyone among the tight circle of active and retired sheriff’s officers who had been gathering annually for 20 years knew exactly where to be: Bert’s, a legendary Detroit hangout.

Donafay Collins, a popular 63-year-old commander in the Wayne County Sheriff’s Office who moonlighted as a Motown DJ and taught colleagues how to ballroom dance, made his way through the crowd, resplendent in black-on-black tie and shirt. Continue reading.