The Coonridge Digest by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I’d lost Herb. Yes, I’ll admit that I’ve spent a great deal of my life trying to lose Herb, but this time I was looking for the old poop. I specifically told him that morning, "Herb, the church treasurer’s report is on the front seat of your truck. I need it this afternoon. Bring it in the house before