by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I never thought of myself as an addict. I was wrong.
The heat and humidity drove me into the wilds of Wisconsin last week, and I headed north with a handful of friends. Our destination was a ski and golf resort tucked into the Kettle Moraine area of the Dairy State.
I’m not a golfer. Fact is, I don’t even understand golf