It’s only work if you’d rather be doing something else
I have had my finger on the pulse of the nation for more than three decades, and I’ve concluded that people are better than ever.
With all the crime, violence, and rebellion that has surfaced, I’ve seen more compassion, real love, and caring among the younger generation than was evidenced when I began writing my column.
My readers have told me that they’ve learned from me. But it’s the other way around. I’ve learned from them.
Has it been a lot of work? Not really. It’s only work if you’d rather be doing something else.
Dear Abby: Between you and me, I think the people who write to you are either morons or they’re just plain stupid.
Dear Henry: Which are you?
Introducing Dear Abby
The first Dear Abby column appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle on January 9, 1956. Author Pauline Phillips got her start at the paper on luck and determination. She asked for a job as an advice columnist, but the job was already filled. When she claimed she could do better than the current columnist, Chronicle editor Stanleigh Arnold challenged Phillips to prove herself by rewriting previously published answers. Phillips was a natural, clearly superior, and the rest is history.
Pauline Phillips wrote under the pen name Abigail Van Buren for about 30 years, eventually with the help of her daughter Jeanne Phillips. When Alzheimer’s made continuing impossible, Jeanne Phillips took over the Dear Abby column, including legal ownership of the pen name Abigail Van Buren.