by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Poosey.
It snuck up on me, I guess. Someone called this week and wished me Happy Birthday. It wasn’t my birthday. "Your column, Freida. It’s 25 years old." News to me. I thought I started the thing last year. Then the gal called back and said, "Never mind, I just looked it up. It’s 27 years old. You missed the silver anniversary." I