by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
“Herb, are we the only ones left?”
“Alive? No, I just saw Gerald Loggins drive by in his pickup.”
“I mean up north! Are we the only ones of our age group who haven’t flown south for the summer?”
“Bob Waal is still here.”
“Bob Waal died last June.”
“I know. And he’s still here. I saw his grave just yesterday. Old Bob