by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
"Herb, I’ve got it!"
"The solution to the economic crisis!"
"You’re going to stop buying Schwan’s stuff and start cooking?"
(Short break while feeble-minded old man ducks to avoid being creamed with butter dish.)
"Congress! I’m dissolving it."
"Freida, it’s too early in the morning to discuss politics. Hand me the comic section. I need something that makes sense."