by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Our local basketball team, the Coonridge Carps, were sufferin’ another in a long series of blowouts last week, so I turned my attention to the game goin’ on behind me. Frankly it was a hotter contest than the one takin’ place on the ball court.
Two mothers were deep in the heat of battle over whose child’s schedule was busiest. One lady