by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I thought I had reached the age when nothing could really shock me. Earthquakes, terrorist attacks, reality TV …nothing short of the Second Coming could raise an eyebrow. Then I opened our lastest power bill. Holy kilowatt.
Herb’s mouth was equally agape. He said, “Freida, that’s more than we paid for our first car.”
“Herb, that’s more than we paid for our first