KENOSHA, Wis. — I am the man. I have shopped at Woodman’s Food Market, 7145 120th Ave. in Kenosha, with my family roughly once a week for years. On Saturday afternoon, at about 3:15 p.m., that routine grocery trip turned into one of the strangest encounters I have ever had in a store. My family […]
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