Dear Ann Landers, "Heck no. I would die if my name were printed in the paper." When I told him I would ask you not to print his name, he said, "OK, but don't tell the relatives." So, here it is, Ann. My husband had a hard time holding back the tears when he read it, and so did I. -No Name in Omaha Dear Omaha: Thank you for sending your son's letter. It is truly one of the sweetest letters I've ever read. I'm sure my readers will love it:
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Dear Readers, , her steady, the attractive guy (I’ll call him Phil) and I went to a movie. Right in the middle of a sad scene, when it was so quiet in the theater you could hear a pin drop, Phil stood up and yelled out some of the dirtiest words I’ve ever heard. All the while, he was throwing his arms around like a crazy man. I tried to get him to sit down and be quiet, but he paid no attention to me. In no time at all, the manager of the theater came over and told Phil he would have to leave. I didn’t want Phil to go alone, because I was afraid he was off his rocker-so we all left together. When we were walking to the parking lot, Phil said he didn’t feel well and wanted to go home. So we took him home, and I haven’t heard from him since. Please, Ann, tell me what this is all about. -Grossed Out in Denver
