by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Sometimes I just can’t account for tastes…even my own. James Bond movies are silly, they’re violent, they’re sexist, the films stretch credibility ‘til it’s plumb unrecognizable, their extravagance symbolize everything that’s wasteful and indulgent in our society, they’re not especially well written…and I love ‘em. Lord help me, I love ‘em. I may love you too but if your funeral’s on the