by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
Alfie Rodhaver climbed up into a tree yesterday and he says he has no intention of coming down. I looked out my window this morning and he’s still there. Alfie’s wife Lora said that yesterday morning he filled a thermos with coffee, put the newspaper under his arm and climbed up into the soft maple in front of their house. His last words,