by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
It’s 8:10 a.m. as I write this and I didn’t even look at my watch. Bob Blevins drove by the house taking his Ford pickup around town to "check things," as he puts it. He always passes the house at 8:10 a.m. If the roads are really slick or his kidney stones are acting up it might be 8:11 or 8:12 before