I’m a fan. Your advice is always so sound and sensible that I’ve sometimes wished my life were more of a mess so I could avail myself of it. We have even talked a time or two by telephone and you were a delight — even a little kooky. I was sure hoping we’d talk again this week.
As you know, I like to write about the funny things that go on in the newspaper biz. You were recently in a situation at the Tribune and to me it sounded like kind of a hoot. If I misread the situation, I apologize. None of the editors I tried to reach returned my calls either, so perhaps nobody but me thought it was a hoot.
Anyway, this is about the story on the front page of the Tribune September 3. The headline said, “Ask Amy’s very own ‘fairy tale’ wedding.” A subhead said, “Columnist shares her story, her way,” and then the story — your story — began.
It began as a letter to you from “Afraid of Abandonment.” AOA confided that “I have just learned that my favorite advice columnist has married a lovely man from her hometown many states away from her newspaper office.” AOA was worried that her FAC would be too busy with new family duties to keep the advice coming. “I fear her life might change, and I could be left out. Please advise.”
You set AOA’s mind at ease. Don’t worry, you said. “I will continue to write the ‘Ask Amy’ column” (for yes, AOA’s FAC was none other than yourself, Amy Dickinson). And furthermore, you said, “I will continue to keep my connection to Chicago.” And you told AOA a little about how you happened to find love the second time around.
Why did I think this story was so funny? I think I began to smile when when I read, “Columnist shares her story, her way.” because your first way of sharing your story was to tell it to the New York Times. Yes, three days earlier the Times carried a long, intimate, heartwarming feature in the Weddings/Celebrations pages of the Sunday Style section about your romance with Bruno Schickel, the hometown guy from Freeville, New York, you married in a tiny chapel there on August 16. My smile turned into a chuckle when AOA began, “I have just learned . . .” So AOA reads the Times!
(Between us, I have a hunch AOA was what we scriveners call a “literary device.”)
Well, here’s the question I’m still hoping you’ll answer — and please understand I’m asking in the friendliest possible way. What in God’s name were you thinking? When Ann Landers lost a husband she told her readers. When you found one, you told the New York Times.
This is a funny story, isn’t it? Please advise.