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Long-Distance Advice Proves Costly to Special Friendship

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 27th, 1996 | Letter 1 of 4

DEAR ABBY: I was very upset a couple of weeks ago, so I placed a collect long-distance telephone call to a dear friend whose advice was excellent.

When I returned home, my husband suggested I send her a check as reimbursement for the phone call. Knowing my friend, I said, "She'll never accept it." With that in mind, I sent her a thank-you note with cash enclosed to cover the amount of the call. In the note, I suggested, "You and your hubby get a triple-deck ice cream cone with the change -- for being the dear, generous people you are." (I felt it would add a light, whimsical touch to the note.)

To my dismay, my friend called and told me she had never been so insulted in her life that I'd put cash in the envelope, as she had thought our friendship was above that, and she would not hesitate to ask me for anything. I told her that she was right, but I felt uncomfortable making her pay for my phone call, and this had nothing to do with our friendship. She also mentioned that she had a refrigerator full of ice cream and did not need the money. I tried to explain that because she is so special, this was my way of saying thank you.

She still maintains that it was insulting and I was a mile out of line. Abby, was I? The one in error has promised to eat the telephone bill. -- RED IN THE FACE

DEAR RED: You were the one in error, but don't start eating yet. Perhaps your husband felt he was doing the right thing by suggesting that you insert money into a loving, friendly relationship -- but a small gift would have been better than a check or cash. HE should eat the phone bill.

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Dear Abby for June 27, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 27th, 1996 | Letter 2 of 4

DEAR ABBY: You recently listed the best place for women to meet men, but you left out the best place of all: the grocery store! Especially early Sunday mornings. I usually go between 7:30 and 8 a.m., and there are always a lot of single guys there. They are like lost little boys. If they are shopping that early, you can be sure they weren't at the bars the night before. You can also tell a lot about a guy by the food he buys. They can never find anything and aren't afraid to ask for help.

Often they will ask what ingredients go into a certain recipe. I always tell them I am not sure of all the ingredients or the amounts, but if they will give me their phone number, I will call them with the info after I get home and check my cookbook.

I never give them my phone number until I have talked to them on the phone several times. And I always call them back to ask how the recipe turned out.

Abby, I've lived in several parts of the country and have met exciting and interesting men in grocery stores everywhere I've lived.

Try it, ladies. It works! -- LOVE THAT FRESH MEAT AISLE DEAR LOVE: What a great suggestion! One can expect to find a terrific assortment of fruit, nuts, hot tamales and cold fish. There's something for everyone.

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Dear Abby for June 27, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 27th, 1996 | Letter 3 of 4

DEAR ABBY: My husband and I received a graduation announcement, and with it came a self-addressed envelope from the sender. What colossal nerve!

Abby, if you were in our place, how would you handle this? -- NO NAME IN YAKIMA, WASH.

DEAR NO NAME: I would write a cordial note of congratulations and return it to the sender.

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Dear Abby for June 27, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 27th, 1996 | Letter 4 of 4

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Mom Fears Girlfriend's Past Will Trouble Son's Future

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 26th, 1996 | Letter 1 of 3

DEAR ABBY: I have cried and practically worried myself sick and would appreciate some advice.

My 25-year-old son told us that he and his girlfriend, "Nancy," are getting married this summer. I have met her and she's very nice. Nancy says she wants to finish college and get her degree in business before they marry. (My son hasn't finished college either.)

Nancy is divorced and has a 2 1/2-year-old daughter. I worry that the little girl's father may give my son trouble. I wanted him to have his own child first. My husband says it's our son's decision, not ours.

Abby, I want to feel close to Nancy, but I'm having trouble doing so. My son has always been very good to me, and I am afraid he'll get hurt. The rest of the family approves of this marriage, but I don't. Your advice would be very much appreciated. -- DEPRESSED IN DIXIE

DEAR DIXIE: Our children's choices are not always what we would wish for them, but as adults, they have the right to make their own decisions. If Nancy's ex causes problems, they will be your son's problems, not yours. Sometimes parents must step aside and allow the children to live their own lives.

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Dear Abby for June 26, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 26th, 1996 | Letter 2 of 3

DEAR ABBY: The letter from "Hair-Splitting" caused me a smile and some concern. The reader wanted to know how to tell a friend that his hairpiece is the "worst imaginable." I have no suggestions for how she might break the news, but I do have a message for the man wearing the hairpiece.

I began wearing a hairpiece when I was only 14, and just like "John," I was afraid -- afraid of being seen without it, getting it wet, getting it dirty, affording a new one, etc. In short, I was afraid of living.

At 39, I finally found the courage to discard it. I had the complete support of my family, co-workers and members of my church. Getting rid of my hairpiece has given me freedom for the first time in my life. I have been told that I look much better, even by casual acquaintances. That was almost 15 years ago.

I would never recommend that a man who is losing his hair start wearing a hairpiece. He will become a slave to it, just as I was.

I have more fun, feel better and am more relaxed than I ever was when I had that hairpiece stuck on my head. I am upset with the media for implying that one is less of a man without hair. You missed a chance to educate, Abby. -- HAPPILY HAIRPIECE-LESS IN WASHINGTON STATE

DEAR HAPPILY: Perhaps I did, but the man with the "worst imaginable" hairpiece was not the person writing for advice. He may someday come to the realization that you did -- that the key to being accepted is to accept ourselves as we are, even if we do not conform to Hollywood's or Madison Avenue's ideal of beauty. True freedom comes from being comfortable with who we are and being able to live without pretense. But until that day arrives, I still think his friends would be doing him a favor if they leveled with him.

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Dear Abby for June 26, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 26th, 1996 | Letter 3 of 3

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Low-Riding Furniture Inspires Woman's Higher Launchpad

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 25th, 1996 | Letter 1 of 3

DEAR ABBY: I was cheered by the letter from Mrs. Virginia Harry calling attention to the fact that some seniors have extreme difficulty rising from low or even normal seats. I too have used end tables as seats in doctors' offices.

After months of embarrassment at frequently having to ask for assistance to get to my feet, I developed a self-help trick: When going out of the house, I carry a tote bag containing two firm cushions. The cushions raise any seat four to five inches. I can use these cushions on the seats of cars and on chairs in offices and restaurants, and I cherish the independence they afford me.

Perhaps some other "mobility impaired" readers will find this helpful until the furniture designers come to our aid. -- HELEN PFAFFENBERGER, SAN FRANCISCO

DEAR HELEN: Thank you for an inventive solution that is easily available to anyone who needs it. Not everyone agreed that redesigning the furniture is the answer for people who have difficulty getting up and down, however. Read on:

DEAR ABBY: This is in response to Mrs. Virginia Harry, who considers herself among that growing segment of our population known as "the graying of America." She asked that the furniture industry recognize their need for couches and chairs from which they can comfortably rise.

Abby, let the designers of couches and chairs tend to their business as they will, for we CAN comfortably rise, by building strong muscles around those aging bones.

I am an aerobics instructor and personal trainer who loves to work with people 55 to 93 (the age of my oldest participant). Many seniors have abandoned their easy chairs for fitness walks, aerobics and line-dancing classes, and strength training. When they finally do sit down during their busy daily lives, any chair or couch will do, and they have no problem getting back up when it's time.

I hope your readers will consider a weekly exercise regime to help build their strength. What a difference they'll see in a very short time. Here's to health and fitness at any age. -- CANDY CORLEY, FOXBORO, MASS.

DEAR CANDY: I'm printing your letter as a reminder that growing older does not mean becoming sedentary. A healthy, flexible body is available to those who work for it. Of course, consult a physician before beginning any exercise program.

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Dear Abby for June 25, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 25th, 1996 | Letter 2 of 3

DEAR ABBY: I am a nursing supervisor at a local hospital. I recently received a call from a nurse's husband stating, "My wife will not be in to work today because there's been a death in the family."

I asked the husband in a sincere and compassionate voice, "Oh, I'm very sorry ... who died?" The husband replied, "Uh ... uhh ... Who died?"

I replied, "Yes, who died?" The husband covered the phone and returned several minutes later and said, "Oh, it was her father-in-law."

I expressed my condolences, then innocently asked, "Isn't that your father?" He then said, "Oh, yeah ... my father died."

The lesson to be learned is when dealing with life and death on a Monday morning, be prepared. -- SUZZETTE L. HAACK, SAN DIEGO

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Dear Abby for June 25, 1996

Dear Abby by by Abigail Van Buren
by Abigail Van Buren
Dear Abby | June 25th, 1996 | Letter 3 of 3

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