by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Turkey has never tripped my trigger. Yes, I know it’s the soul of tradition for America Thanksgiving and I tolerate it, but I’d just as soon wait until the day after and enjoy it between two slices of Wonder Bread with mayonnaise. Like as not I’ll reach over the platter of steaming bird and grab the oyster dressing. Surely the early Pilgrims