Dear Ann Landers,
I could kiss you for telling the world that some wives handle the pocketbook better than their hus-bands. We've had the problem in our family for years. After my husband read that column he said, OK, I'll hand over my check beginning with the next one. He had to agree I couldn't do worse than he has done. Thanks for helping me win a battle I've been fighting for fourteen years! You've got a pretty smart head on those forty-eight-year-old shoulders, Ann. Thank you for what you've done for me.-Heading For The Black

Dear Heading,
I'm glad I helped. And now, to keep the record straight, the head is resting on fifty-year-old shoulders. I added a couple-while you weren't looking.