by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I endure my husband’s family reunions like a yearly medical exam as I look at Herb’s relatives and think I may have gotten the pick of the litter. Most of them are tolerable, but I guess that every family has one irritation that we manage to endure for a couple of hours every summer. In the case of the Crump family, it’s Ronald.