by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
"Herb, I’ve got the plan!"
"What’re you gonna do? Start cooking again?"
"Sweetheart, if I didn’t need somebody to help me lift the microwave to clean, I’d have no use for you at all. Nope, I’m talking about a plan for government."
"Will this one get us arrested?"
"We’ll be given honorary degrees in political science, sweetheart. Listen to this."