DEAR ABBY: After reading the letter from "Tired of the Roots in Pennsylvania," about her boyfriend's fetish for women with blond hair, I'd like to throw in my 2 cents:
Many years ago (I am now 86), I had a blind date with a supposedly nice man. We went to a concert in a park. While we were walking up a hill, he went a little haywire when he noticed a blond woman walking about 10 feet ahead of us. He speeded up, and in order to keep pace, so did I. As soon as we got ahead of her, he turned around to look at this "blond goddess" and found himself staring at a woman who was close to 90! It proved how true is the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover."
If my poor blind date had been wearing false teeth, they surely would have fallen out! Needless to say, our first date was our last. -- GRAY-HAIRED GRANNY, LAGUNA HILLS, CALIF.
DEAR GRAY-HAIRED GRANNY: Perhaps the saying should be modified to: Don't judge a book by its front -- or back -- cover. The lesson your date learned holds true today: Flowing tresses do not necessarily mean a lovely young maiden is beneath them.