by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
They forced me to join Facebook. Sort of. Half-curious and half-pestered I logged in to the Internet service that allows you to design a personal webpage telling whatever you wish about yourself, what you’re thinking, what you’re doing, and most importantly it allows you to eavesdrop into the lives of others.
I was reluctant. I’m increasingly suspicious of the Internet’s ability to