Dear Ann Landers,
that letter from the man whose sweetheart asked him to wear a motorcycle helmet to bed to "heighten the excitement." My husband saw that letter and decided it would be a great tum-on if I put on my ice skates before retiring last night. (I was a professional skater 20 years ago when we met.) I told him he was out of his mind, but he kept nagging and begging until finally I gave in. Not only did my skates rip the bed sheet and the mattress, Ann, but I gave my hus-band a nine-inch gash on his leg. I had to drive him to the emergency room for stitches at 11:30 at night. We were ashamed to tell the doc-tor how it happened. So please be aware when you print some of those letters that there are an awful lot of nuts out there. Sorry to admit that my husband was one of them. -Past Revisited in Palm Springs

Dear Palm Springs,
Sorry about the leg wound. I trust, however, that my column does more good than harm or I would not have lasted this long.