Dear Abby

When I was a kid, my mother — the astonishing Beatrice Mary Grace O’Donnell Klinkenberg — was an avid reader of “Dear Abby” as published in The Miami News. I could always count on finding one of her columns cut out and taped to the refrigerator where I could easily read it and understand that mothers were always right and know-it-all sons always wrong. “Wake up and smell the coffee!” my mother often declared, as did Abby. Must have also been true for John Prine.