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Dear Gabby
Welcome back to the Dear Gabby advice column. Happy Independence Day! God bless America! America bless God!
It’s officially summer. The Emergency Clinic has had its annual deluge of seat belt buckle burns, and the best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance. Everyone’s common sense about what to keep covered has totally evaporated, and I would like to take this opportunity to remind you to dress for the body you have, not the body you want. If you need a little shade, just drop me a line to Dear Gabby at PostcardsLive.com.
DEAR GABBY
I am an older person intimidated by all of the new technology available nowadays. I don’t have or want a cell phone or doorbell camera. Heck, I don’t even have a doorbell. What’s wrong with knocking?
GRUMPY GRAMPS
DEAR GRAMPS
Not only is technology intimidating, it can be embarrassing! I, fortunately, haven’t had need to be in the hospital lately, but recently went to a hospital to visit a friend. A technician followed me onto the elevator, wheeling a large, intimidating looking machine with tubes and wires and dials. I said, “Boy, would I hate to be hooked up to that thing.” “So would I,” replied the technician. “It’s a floor-cleaning machine.” GABBY
CONFIDENTIAL TO “WHAT IS INFLATION, ANYWAY?”:
In the immortal words of baseball great Sam Ewing, “Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.”
