by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
When I first introduced Herb to my father, my Dad took one look at him and said, "Freida, I’m happy for you." Then he looked at Herb and sighed, "And I realize that with the good we must take the bad."
Which is about as accurate an evaluation of 2003 as I can conjure. For every sorrow we had a reason to