by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Ed Leviathan was the fattest man in Coonridge. He never had a scale that could measure his magnitude so about once a year he’d weigh his truck empty down at the grain elevator, then climb in to the cab and weigh it again. The act of subtraction marked Ed’s annual addition.
Oh, I don’t fault the man for holding the town record