by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
You know you’re runnin’ out of meaningful things to talk about in your marriage when you start spendin’ long summer evenings arguin’ about bugs on the windshield. Herb, as usual, is wrong. I, on the other hand, have to tolerate him.
He’s of the opinion that bugs are somehow attracted to fast-movin’ cars.
"Freida! Slow down! Good night a-mighty, just look at