RIP Dear Abby.
I feel like everyone I’ve ever depended on has died and left me alone. My mother died two years ago. Not long afterwards my father passed away and, just after that I lost both my sister any my wife in the same week. I’m always feeling like anyone I depend on is going to die. How can I get over this, Abby? It’s beginning to feel like you’re all I have left.
Cursed by Death in Dallas
RIP. She received her full measure in life; what else can we hope for?
From good advice, to lefty advice, that column sure adapted to the 1970s quickly.
The sisters grew up in a religious Jewish home in Iowa, but became worldly and liberal.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby ... My feet are too long My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all Won't you write me a letter, Won't you give me a call Signed Bewildered Bewildered, Bewildered... Chorus: You have no complaint You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't So listen up Buster, and listen up good Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood Dear Abby, Dear Abby... My fountain pen leaks My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead Signed Unhappy Unhappy, Unhappy... Repeat Chorus Dear Abby, Dear Abby... You won't believe this But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss My girlfriend tells me It's all in my head But my stomach tells me to write you instead Signed Noise-maker Noise-maker, Noise-maker Repeat Chorus Dear Abby, Dear Abby... Well I never thought That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees Signed Just Married Just Married, Just Married... Repeat Chorus