by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
It was the longest two days of my life. Herb’s cousins from Minnesota had come down to visit during the town’s annual Burgoo celebration and Herb …(I repeat, this was Herb’s idea) …called and said, “Heck, no need paying for a hotel! Come stay with us!” He will go to his grave claiming that I issued the invitation but the man lies.