by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
"Herb, have you ever thought about smokin’ marijuana?" "Why do you do this to me, Freida? I do my bit to struggle through each and every day, puttin’ up with your weird ideas and crazy notions. I don’t harm nobody unless they need it, and I dry the dishes for you after every meal. Then you come flyin’ out of leftfield with