From her New York Times obituary:
Dear Abby: Two men who claim to be father and adopted son just bought an old mansion across the street and fixed it up. We notice a very suspicious mixture of company coming and going at all hours — blacks, whites, Orientals, women who look like men and men who look like women. This has always been considered one of the finest sections of San Francisco, and these weirdos are giving it a bad name. How can we improve the neighborhood? — Nob Hill Residents
Dear Residents: You could move.
Rest in peace.
When I was young, the Chronicle was a terrible newspaper redeemed only by its stable of columnists: Abby, Stanton Delaplane, Charles McCabe, Art Hoppe, and of course Herb Caen. One by one they went away, and then it was just a terrible newspaper.
I like their restaurant reviews.
I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that the paper was always terrible. Part of me wishes the decline was because of the Internet, part of me does not.
There was a brief time after the Hearsts took over that it had an amazing set of sports columnists: Scott Ostler, CW Nevius, Joan Ryan, Ray Ratto, etc. But that costs money, so they got laid off or shifted to other duties.
Eh, I generally don’t read the Sports or Business sections.
Doesn’t Nevius write about city politics though?
What else would you expect from a nice Jewish Girl?
Brevity is the soul of wit, and she was very witty.
Rip Abby and an homage from one of my favorite singers http://youtu.be/YuSilWHnczA