My best friend was madly in love with an abusive jerk. He did his best to drive a wedge between us and encouraged her to drop our friendship. I refused to go. When he was being a jerk and she cried on my shoulder, I agreed with her that he was a jerk - when he was "Mr. Wonderful" - I nodded and smiled faintly and said he certainly seemed to have changed. When he was finally gone, our friendship was solid.

Go to the wedding - it's not the job of the maid-of-honor to "approve" the groom. Slap on a happy face and be there for your friend. Period.

It just about broke my heart when I found out she's driving a car with no running board and has stopped wearing hats.

Yeah, so? What's your point?

I think it's time our Camille got past the whole Clinton hate thing. Or at least somebody should tell her (since she doesn't watch the Sunday political shows) Clinton isn't running for president anymore, so comparing Obama to her is less than useless.

"...like you and I." is correct. The pronouns take the subjective case as the verb is assumed.

To Kill a Mockingbird

I miss Barney Miller

"...the old man in the big white hat and his bidibidibeebidy ululation..."

Thank you, Garrison.

Or whether it's pence

Klytus often makes rhymes

But seldom makes sense.

One wouldn't need to hand out flowers to strangers if one is civil and polite to all.

Am I the only one who remembers that? God, how old am I?

This is nothing new. Take a personal tragedy you know nothing about and twist it to serve your own political ends.

Ah, Mr. Keillor,

I'm afraid your satire is flying over the heads of many of your readers. Unfortunately, we live in a world today, where most people believe irony is two woman wearing the same dress at a cocktail party.

Soldier on.