by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
It was Herb’s maiden voyage. The old coot’s flown thousands of miles with me at his side, but until last week he’s never tried his own wings and taken to the skies solo.
He had a reunion of his army buddies in Tulsa and frankly, although I love them all dearly, I’ve heard the stories before. Herb made contact with a fellow