Sunday, March 27, 2011
Back before I read the Wall Street Journal and USA Today on my Ipad and all other updates on Twitter or FaceBook (yes, this is where I learn about March Madness and Jimmer, the Japan crisis/Tsunami in Hawaii and where I found out that Senator Kennedy, Elizabeth Taylor and my Uncle Jack died) I was a devout newspaper reader. I had a great system of reading the social section (who's engaged, who's married, who's having reunions, who's passed away), followed by the comics, and then Dear Abby, Ann Landers and Helpful Heloise.
I loved the later of this system. I was enamoured by these wise women give advice. Helpful Heloise got the least amount of attention since she had little gossip and drama - just the scoop on how to clean up poop. Ann Landers got the second least attention since I always felt that she was trying to hard to be like her sister. But Dear Abby. This woman had such great life experiences and always took a different perspective on how to handle a problem. I wanted her as my personal friend and therapist.
Today at the PSC Reunion Brunch, Deb was providing her advisement on the daily dilemma of the other three women in attendance. I had this urge to close my eyes and pretend as if she were Dear Abby. Indeed Deb was wiser than my earlier enchantment. I have always loved the viewpoint of Lady Lips. But today I had the epiphany that I have a personal friend and therapist who is a cool compatriot with great with consolation and counsel.
Dear Deb you could possibly be the most pragmatic and knowledgeable person I know. Your life experiences and viewpoint far exceeds my desire to have Abby as my personal friend.