by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Let my friends stand slack-jawed and my relatives be shocked, I’m gonna do it. About three o’clock this afternoon right between a re-run of the Phil Donohue show and the swallowing of a Slimfast, I decided. I’m gonna buy a Sport Utility Vehicle.
I’ve railed against ‘em in the past and may take up the gauntlet again sometime in the future, but