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Jan. 2, 1961: Walt Hackett took his first stroll in months on Hollywood Boulevard and was awed by the gals' puff ball hairdos. His description: tumbleweeds with feet. Matt Weinstock says. DEAR ABBY: Every year countless wives sit home while their husbands are out drinking and dancing with other women. This is called "The Annual Christmas Party." If people want to disregard the bonds of holy matrimony, must it be done in the name of our Lord Jesus? |
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