by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I must admit that I’ve never developed the proper sympathy for the plight of extinct and endangered animals. I guess I’ve been to too many of Herb’s family reunions, and he’s kin to some of the most fossilized old coots I’ve ever encountered. When I think of fellas like his cousin Marvin who insists on clappin’ everyone so hard on the back