Dear Ann Landers

I wish i could give credit to this, but unfortunately I can’t. Let me explain… If my mother reads this I’ll be in deep sh*t with her… haha… My mother hates having her picture taken. When she and my dad got married she almost didn’t have a photographer but my grandmother told her she’d regret it someday if she didn’t, so she got the smallest package available. Me, being the bright daughter I am decided that while she was out of town this week that I would scan all their wedding photos so I could have a digital copy. She got mad at me a few years ago for showing them to people and hid them but they’ve been found… shhhh don’t tell on me! And No, I wasn’t the one who found them. So anyway when I opened the box they were in I saw this newspaper clipping and fell in love with it. I just knew I had to share it with all of you. So this was a newspaper clipping from probably back in 1978, the year my parents were married, give or take a few years. She cut it out and the date was cut away from this clipping. Hope you enjoy and I’d give credit if I could.

Dear Ann Landers:
I hate to be a pig, but I need two things from you. First, your definition of “class,” which my mother clipped out and pinned to the kitchen bulletin board. It stayed there for nearly six months.
I also need your definition of “love.” I carried that one in my wallet for almost two years. Then somebody stole my purse.
I realize my chances for getting both requests granted are about one in a million, but I have nothing to lose except a 15-cent stamp. – Denver

Dear Den:
Here are both definitions. I’m glad you asked. It made my day a lot easier.