by Freida Marie Crump
Christmas is probably not the most appropriate time of year to think of skinflints, but every time the yuletide seasons rolls around I think of the various Scrooges I’ve met in my life.
One of the weirdest ducks to ever waddle ‘round Poosey was a minister. I won’t mention the denomination lest the Methodists get angry. I’ll call him Pastor Bob since I