by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
For all his faults, and they stretch the length of my arm, husband Herb has some good things going for him. Above all the man believes in civility. Yes, he hollers and gripes and moans like a whiney child at times, but when it comes to public behavior the guy is delightfully a product of good upbringing. In public at least, he knows