By Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
It’s amazin’ how good company can make the worst job tolerable. Once a year our little burg holds it’s annual festival, called the Burgoo. One of the jobs that I often fall into is slicin’ onions and this year I somehow plopped down in front of the onion bucket again.
Of course we’re modern now. My grandma used to talk of the