If you happen to be nigh onto a hundred
years old like me, you may well remember
Ann Landers and Dear Abby.
These two advice columnists were twin
sisters, each working for opposing dailies.
We received The Daily Sentinel and our
neighbors, The Denver Post. So as a kid,
and getting a kick out of such things, I
managed to grow up reading both sisters.
The gals were adroit in choosing which
letters to post and answer. There was
always a serious note or two. Usually,
there was one somewhat hilarious, and
yet other times, they would post a hoax.
Both sisters were clever in their answers
and delighted the masses.
As a country kid budding into bras and
periods, I was able to learn the odd thing
or two about the world without having to
continuously ask my parents embarrassing
questions, although I did plenty of that . . .
"How old will I be when I get my first kiss?
Do I have to stay in this religion? Who do
I have to be when I grow up? How will I
get the money for college? Do I ever get
to move away from here? Can I get a job
now? Will I ever get to see a movie?"
Looking back, I must have driven my
parents more than a bit nuts. But to this
day, I'm still asking questions and they
aren't around any more to answer them . . .
"Will I ever grow up? How much longer
do I get to live? Will I ever understand
life? Why can't I get it right? What do
I do with all this sorrow? Do Heaven
and Hell really exist or are they just
pseudonyms for things we go through
here on earth? Will I ever stop weeping?"
Sometimes, I so wish my parents were
here to answer my questions. I'd even
settle for writing to Ann Landers or
Dear Abby, but they've entered their
own pearly gates by now.
Pray, who oh who, will answer all my
questions?
ever on our quests
tis don quixote and i
want to go with us
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