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Dear Abby : A former colleague recently moved nearby and sent us an invitation to dinner at her new residence. She lives in an area that’s populated by wild peacocks, which she knew before she moved there.
Dear Abby: I am a 21-year-old woman from the Philippines. I have been insecure all my life. I know I have a pretty face, but I have a lot of scars on my legs from childhood. Because of this I am depressed, unhappy and insecure. I never wear shorts, skirts or dresses that show my legs.
Dear Abby: I met a guy over the phone when he called my number by mistake. After a brief conversation, not particularly polite on my part, the call ended. Forty-five minutes later he called me back, saying he couldn’t stop thinking about me. I thought, “Who is this goofball?”
The month is certainly in full hues of orange and black. The sunsets have been spectacular, the harvest moon even brighter, and the murders of crows and ravens splash the sky and tree branches with their ebony beauty.
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After peripherally following Scotland’s recent independence referendum, I am reminded, once again, how uninvested and uninterested much of our eligible electorate is in this country. For those interested, the voter turnout was 84.6%. Even on the day of the vote, news coverage waffled as to the expected outcome. Ultimately, over 55% of the voters concluded Scotland would remain part of the United Kingdom.
Dear Abby: I would like to weigh in on your response to “Day Care Drama in Indiana” (Sept. 1), whose neighbor screams at the children in her day care. I worked for 25 years investigating serious complaints, many involving verbal abuse, against day care providers for my state’s licensing agency. It is critical for this reader to contact Indiana’s licensing agency and make a complaint.
Dear Abby: Halloween is around the corner, and my 7-year-old daughter has decided to be a cowgirl. She wants the boots, the hat and the gun.
Dear Abby: I am a retired widow, crippled with rheumatoid arthritis. Every October, I start dreading Halloween, which I consider to be a legal form of extortion.
When the first men came to this corner of the country and began toppling the big timber, they started by tackling the trees nearest the rivers and transported them to the mills using the infinite strength of the rivers. As the forests receded, loggers resorted first to oxen and skid roads, and then to railroads, with tracks extending miles into the back country. All phases of the timber industry carry a certain amount of risk, and logging trains were no exception. What follows are a number of gruesome and truly horrible fatal accidents that took the lives of men who had no idea that they were facing their last day on earth. These stories are not for the fainthearted.
Dear Abby: My fiance, “Derrick,” and I have been engaged for almost a year. The whole time we’ve been together he has been overseas. While he has many of the characteristics I look for in a man, he isn’t as down-to-earth as I’d like him to be.