by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
One good thing I can say for Herb… he’s not a profane man. Only the direst circumstances will cause a cuss word to cross his lips and then he makes a feeble attempt to snatch it back.
But the one thing that still jerks an unchecked profanity from his mouth is a blown light bulb. We can both remember a time when