by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. The object is to hit the bull’s-eye with your ax. It started in Canada when a couple of taverns provided the axes, targets, and a few drinks. The trend caught on and now it’s spread to the US of A with hundreds of bars...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from the Poosey. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer. Hilda Burke had been a thorn in my spiritual side and pain in my mental tush ever since she joined our Sunday School class 10 years ago, and it seems like there’s nothing on...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. So, I have this friend named Ellen whose name is not Ellen. But she reads this column so I’ll call her Ellen. She’s the most perverse person I know. No matter what position I take on something, Ellen will maintain the...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. I guess we should expect such things by now but every time a new set of Winter Olympics pops up, the events seem to get stranger and stranger. Events like the Skeleton with a single participant flopping onto his belly and...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. We are the products of our upbringing. You can’t deny that. Much of who we are has been determined by the places where we grew up and the people and things we’ve experienced. Sometimes we can change an attitude or two but...
