by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Helen Ellis drives me crazy.
She’s polite, she’s gracious, well-mannered, cordial, loving, and sometimes she absolutely drives me crazy.
When Helen shops for groceries, she refuses to place the little rubber bumper that reads "Please Place Between Orders" on the conveyor belt. As a result, Helen is forever coming home with denture adhesive for her perfectly good teeth or a can of