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Dear Abby: Several years ago, you printed a letter from a young man who had been expecting a new car for his high school graduation gift. To his great disappointment, he received a Bible instead. Out of anger, he stormed out of the house and never spoke to his father again. After his father's funeral, the young man located the Bible his father had given him, only to find a key to a new car taped in the back.

Our pastor would like a copy of that column for a future sermon.I would be most grateful if you would please send me that column.

- Valerie Bosselman, Omaha

Dear Valerie: That column is a long-time favorite of mine. However, as is often the case, a few details are somewhat different from the story you recalled. Here's the original:

Dear Abby: A young man from a wealthy family was about to graduate from high school. It was the custom in that affluent neighborhood for the parents to give the graduate an automobile. "Bill" and his father had spent months looking at cars, and the week before graduation, they found the perfect car.

On the eve of his graduation, his father handed him a gift-wrapped Bible. Bill was so angry that he threw the Bible down and stormed out of the house. He and his father never saw each other again. It was the news of his father's death that brought Bill home again.

As he sat one night going through his father's possessions that he was to inherit, he came across the Bible his father had given him. He brushed away the dust and opened it to find a cashier's check, dated the day of his graduation - in the exact amount of the car they had chosen together.

- Beckah Fink, Texas

Dear Beckah: I hope Bill read the Bible cover to cover, for it contained much that he needed to learn: "A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her who bore him." (Proverbs 17:25)

Dear Abby: For years I have read your column; now I am finally writing with a question.

Every week a group of us "old bowlers" get together for lunch, gossip, etc. About three times a year, someone asks me how old I am. (I look a lot younger than I actually am.) Frankly, that information is none of their business. The question irritates me no end.

So far, I've kept my cool. How do you handle that situation?

- Grandma

Dear Grandma: I smile and tell them the year of my birth, and let them figure it out.

Your Chuckle for Today: "Apple has announced that it is developing a computer small enough to be carried in a fanny pack. It will be called the Macintush."

- Tom Cloud, Santa Monica, Calif.