by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
He’s sickened me for years and it was almost a relief to watch him come back again. Good old American cynicism.
After three weeks of our listenin’ to chest-thumpin’ and pledges of complete trust and unquestioning loyalty, the little bugger poked his little head out into the October air and smiled that unsociable smile of his. Ugly as he was, it was