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Dear Satan,
Every time our neighborhood holds a friendly summertime get together, a certain family down the block never fails to show up with a cooler full of beer. My husband and I are trying to teach our children, ages 14 and 16, that one doesn't need to drink to have a good time. Do you think I should politely ask my neighbors to leave the brew behind, or am I butting in where I don't belong?
Temperance
Dear Temperance,
The evils of alcohol are well documented and you are right to be concerned for your children's interests. But the quandary is that if you become a teetotaler for their sakes, when the two eventually reach drinking age you will be splitting your weekends between the drunk tank and the detox facility.
The wisest choice is encouraging your children to drink as much alcohol as they'd like whenever they'd like. This way by the time they finally reach those high peer pressure years they will be (to borrow an expression from AA) so "sick and tired of being sick and tired" they will be the models of sobriety.
Your neighborhood will cheer you!
Dear Satan,
My son, "Phillipe," is 14. We have always been able to talk about everything. Yesterday I was shocked because he had shaved his legs! I tried to remain calm. He says that all his friends are doing it, and that the girls like it.
His father sat down with him and told him that men do not shave their legs. My son says it is the fashion, and hairy legs are not "in."
Phillipe is a wonderful young man. People always tell me how lucky we are to have such a terrific son. Am I overreacting?
Worried in Pittsburgh
Dear Worried,
You have a right to be worried. Leg shaving, most assuredly, leads to harsher and more destructive behaviors. If your son is this bent on pleasing his teenage cronies and the opposite sex, then chances are quite high he'll end up fixing up on the streets of New York City and leaning over heat grates for warmth in the cold, cold winters of the northeast. Phillipe is in trouble and you and your husband are the only ones who can help.
My advice to you is to send the lad to the harshest military academy you can find where he can get access to the discipline he so desperately needs. Be sure you tell him that it is for his own good.
He may not thank you now. And he may hate you forever. But what can you do? Leg shaving. Holy smokes.
Dear Satan,
I have a problem. I have a Sabre 402 with a new extendable whisker pole for the 130% genoa.
The pole is a forespar unit with internal extension line. A single ring is mounted chest high on the mast with 4 tapped machine screws. For offshore work and perfect safety, what is the recommended rigging procedure? Extra sheet? Fore and after guys?
Confused
Dear Confused,
You do not have a problem, you have an issue. And that issue, my friend, is that you do not fish enough. You must sacrifice everything: your work, your children, and most especially your relationship with your wife to figure out what is going on with this pole.
Dear Satan,
My mother's 75th birthday party is coming up and I want to get her something really special for the occasion. I want to go all out on this one, but I'm afraid I'll spend a fortune and end up with something she doesn't like. What would be an appropriate gift?
Unsure
Dear Unsure,
Since it is your mother, you need think of a very personal gift. Something that lets her know how sick and tired you are of her non-stop criticism, something that subtly delivers the message that you blame her for your incredibly low self-esteem, something that asks the question, "Why did you give up on me?" Something under $200.
I know that's a pretty tall order, but a nice bottle of Antinori Solaia '00 (bright aromas of crushed berry and raspberry, full bodied with lovely tannins) spiked with arsenic would fit the bill.
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Until next week!
Satan
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