by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
It was just about the most magnificent Christmas present I’d ever seen. An orange and black Monarch Speed-Master bicycle, complete with training wheels, a thumb-operated bell and plastic streamers flowing from each handlebar. The bright orange streaks just shouted "Speed!" and the very thought of cruising Coonridge on Christmas morning made me giddy.
The two blocks to Grandpa’s Feed Store became the