by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I love spring. I really do. I just miss it.
I fought my whole life to avoid being one of those old dunderheads who spend their lives chewing on their bran flakes, sipping their laxatives and moaning, "I can remember back in my day when…." Those days are gone and it does us little good to bemoan what’s past. Still… I miss