When I was growing up, my parents had a framed poem from your column hanging on our kitchen wall. None of us kids could miss it because it was right next to the telephone. Before we moved out to start ...

Dear Abby: When I was growing up, my parents had a framed poem from your column hanging on our kitchen wall. We children couldn't miss it because it was right next to the telephone. Before we moved ...

Well, if I say to you your face is like a slice of half-boiled turnip, your hair is the colour of a lake's bottom and at the centre of each of your eyes is the mark of the beast, it is because I want ...