by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I may have been the only resident of Coonridge who watched or cared much about Prince Charles’ wedding. British royalty doesn’t rank anywhere near mushrooms or the St. Louis Cardinals as hot topics at the coffee shop. And Prince Charlie has little to recommend him as a charmer.
He has a perpetual hang-dog look about him, undoubtedly inherited from his cheery mother,