by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
My husband Herb raised himself tippy-toe to his full five-foot four-inches of tottering height and announced, “To quote Abraham Lincoln, ‘A house divided against itself! I cannot stand it!’” then stormed out the front door.
I shouted after him, “You got the quote wrong too, Herb!” but my blue stream of words was lost in a stream of blue exhaust belching from the