For thirty years readers faithfully turned to a column in their local newspaper. It wasn’t about politics, or education, or religion, or even advice to the lovelorn.
It was just a midwestern suburban housewife writing about her loving but sometimes dysfunctional family, and writing abnout it in a way that always made us grin, or nod our heads in agreement, and often to laugh out loud.
Her name was Erma Bombeck. I spent a little time with her in 1987.
Absolutely one of the more enjoyable interviews I’ve heard. I can only imagine what her kids were thinking!