by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
It never fails. I flail away at the problems of the world with my little worry stick then somebody comes along with a cure-all that makes me look plumb goofy for not thinkin’ of it myself.
This winter the National Weather Service announced that they had a new way of figurin’ the Wind Chill Factor. They allowed as how they wouldn’t peg