by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
We laughed at my high school bookkeeping teacher when he told us. He was a round little fellow who seldom smiled, but he had a deadpan delivery that would leave us shaking our screwed-down wooden desks with laughter. It wasn’t unusual for Mr. Sisson to say something totally ridiculous with a totally straight face so when he told us that the end