by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I’m not a snob. Really. I mean, until recently.
Faults? Sure. Laziness, envy, fan of fried foods and a coveter of red Italian cars with five speeds forward, but snobbery is something I’ve avoided. In fact, I’ve taken great pride in not being overly proud.
Until I got the bags.
The facts were right in front of me. The Wall Street Journal