It was a hot July day in 1993. I had left Missoula, Montana, early that morning towing an old one-horse trailer behind my pickup truck. The horse trailer carried my old Epworth upright piano which I was bringing to my daughter in Leavenworth, a seven-hour trip from Missoula. After unloading the 700-pound behemoth in her small residence, I headed five miles east to Peshastin along Highway 2.
Dear Abby: My 21-year-old son, “Evan,” recently moved out to be with his girlfriend. They live in a small apartment and cannot afford a lot beyond the basics, including internet. They spend every moment at my house when they are not working. They use our internet, eat our food and drink our beverages. I know this may sound terrible, but I want my freedom!
Dear Abby: I have fought obesity all of my adult life, and my weight has yo-yoed over the years. My problem is, when I go to the doctor’s office and I am taken to the exam area, the scale is right out in the open where other patients come and go as well as all the office personnel.