by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
"Herb, this proves it. I’m gonna outlive you."
"Freida, I’m gonna put cream and sugar in my coffee ’til the day I die. In fact, I’ll drink it at your funeral."
"I’m not talking about the way you turn your coffee into pudding, Herb. I’ve got conclusive proof right here in my hands that I’ll still be cutting a rug on Saturday