by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
It may have been the biggest blowup in our little church’s history.
Clyde McGrath is fit to be tied, Lola Wiggins says she’ll never darken our ecumenical doorstep again and Lyndle White’s horse has suffered a nervous breakdown.
I suppose that if the blame lays anywhere specific it’s with poor old Lyndle, his horse bein’ beyond the age of blame. Lady is