by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
My cousin Leroy was a quandary. The word schizophrenic wasn’t widely known when he was grownin’ up so we just slapped the "weird" label on the boy. He could do some things so derned well then blow others completely. Nobody could beat him down the basketball court on the fast break but he’d take forever and a day to trot around the