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by Abigail Van Buren

Minister's Wrath Rains Down on Collecting Ceremonial Fees

DEAR ABBY: This is my "how we met" story:

In 1948, two friends stopped by my home and told me they were going to a dance in Brooklyn. Since I lived in New Jersey, I told them I didn't want to go. I had no car, so I didn't want to get involved with a girl so far away. Well, they would not take "no" for an answer. Since they had a car, I gave in and decided to go.

At the dance, I saw a very tall and attractive girl across the room. I walked over to ask her to dance, but another guy beat me to it. So instead of going back to where I had been, I asked the girl who had been sitting next to her for a dance.

To make a long story short, last month we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. -- STILL DANCING IN BERGENFIELD, N.J.

DEAR STILL DANCING: Congratulations on your golden anniversary. All married couples should be so lucky.