by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Looked out my front window this mornin’ and it seemed like the whole world was packed up and headed somewhere. Our normally sleepy little Main Street was sprinkled with campers, vans, luggage-laden cars and one pickup whose chances of makin’ it to the state line looked iffy.
I’m old enough to remember that gettin’ to your vacation destination was every bit as