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.
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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.
Dear Abby: I have a serious problem that’s consuming my life. I know people say you never really get over your first love, but I don’t know why after six years I still think about my ex on a daily basis.
Dear Abby: I think I have an abuse problem. I have been with my boyfriend for a year, and already I feel like he is fed up with me. I don’t want to lose him.
Dear Abby: I had my last cigarette and drink of alcohol 50 years ago. Back then, excessive drinking, smoking, overeating or nail-biting were signs of weak will, sinfulness, bad upbringing and who knows what else.
Dear Abby: I’m a teenage girl who is frustrated with my family. I am the middle child, and it seems like my parents prefer my brother and sister over me. I am constantly in trouble for things they have done, and my parents are aware that they did.
Dear Abby: I am an adult heterosexual male who has discovered that I like wearing nail polish. I feel it should not be a matter of gender, but of taste and fashion.
Dear Abby : About two years ago, a close female friend, “Carla,” had her first child. The biological father is from another country. When she told him she was pregnant, he refused to have anything to do with the child, so I decided to take over the role as a father.
Dear Abby: When I was 10, I faked an injury so I could quit playing soccer. I couldn’t articulate why the coach, who was clean-cut, friendly and fair, made me uneasy. After he died a few years ago, it came out that he had molested dozens of girls.
Elder Donald D. Deshler, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints: I have witnessed the power of prayer repeatedly throughout my life. There is no doubt, whatsoever, that God hears and answers our prayers.
Dear Abby: I recently had an interesting conversation with a friend after a funeral. It was about cremation versus burial, and I’d be interested in your thoughts and those of your readers.
There is a misguided movement afoot to remove the squat, shoebox-shaped wooden structure at the west end of the Wishkah River Bridge known as the Pourhouse building. The plans call for it to be replaced by a soulless glass-and-metal terrarium for use as a “visitor center”, which, in this age of smart phones, has itself become an antiquated, quaint concept. To raze this nearly 120-year-old building would be no less than a crime against the history of this city, the people who built it, and the generations of past and future residents who would call Aberdeen home.
Dear Abby: I read your column often and find it deeply troubling when girls write you lamenting that they are “still single.” I’m 18, in my freshman year of college and I have never dated. I’m perfectly OK with this.
In the last couple of weeks we’ve met Flo, encountered Tom and bumped into the Chinese national legislature, but I think we can leave the latter to their own legislative devices. We need to know a little more about Tom.