In college, establishing credit felt about as pressing as an optional homework assignment.
DEAR ABBY: I am a 64-year-old widow who lost my husband 5½ years ago. I became reacquainted with a former classmate at a high school reunion, and we started dating.
You do not have to spend your Saturday nights alone as penance for racking up debt or having paltry savings.
DEAR ABBY: I am a retired male. My girlfriend is still working. We have been exclusive for three years.
If you want to end a summer celebration or gathering with a big old bang, you would be hard pressed to pick a better dessert than an ice cream pie.