by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Herb allows as how I’m contrary by nature. He keeps tellin’ me that I purposely devise my opinions by seein’ which way the wind is blowin’ then intentionally walkin’ against the breeze. And as usual, he’s wrong.
I’ve heard this all week as kids have headed back to school. "Gosh, where did summer go?" and "Summer’s just too short," and "I wish