Dear Readers: After I printed the letter from “Can’t Believe It Down South” (May 13), about the grandfather who is insisting that his granddaughter’s Greek fiance change his last name “because it is too long and impossible to pronounce,” I loved what you had to say. Some of your comments made me laugh, so I’m sharing them with you:
Dear Abby: I saw the letter from “Can’t Believe It,” and I have just the response for him:
“Dear Grandpa: Don’t worry. With the wedding eight weeks away, you will have plenty of time to learn to say ‘Mrs. Papageorgiou.’
“By the way, we have decided on the reception menu: spanakotyropita, tsipouradika and kolokythoanthoi, all washed down with ouzomezedhes.”
:Get Your Own Name
:Dear Abby: Many years ago, my cousin was a rabid Burt Reynolds fan. Her friend, a flight attendant, was on the same plane as Burt, so she asked him for an autographed photo for my cousin. Burt spelled her name wrong, and when my cousin saw it, she said, “Oh, well. I don’t mind changing the spelling for HIM!”
:“Abbdict” In Germany
:Dear Abby: Dang! That granddad sure is a pain in the Acropolis.
:Gene of Aquitaine
Dear Abby is written by Abigail Van Buren, also known as Jeanne Phillips, and was founded by her mother, Pauline Phillips. Write Dear Abby at www.DearAbby.com or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.