Dear Hindenburg Announcer Guy,
Our youngest just went off to college and “empty nest syndrome” has really set in. My wife and I thought this would be a good time for us to rediscover our freedom, but instead the joy has gone out of our home. Any tips on coping?
—Sad in Sarasota
Dear Sad,
Oh my God, it’s burst into flames! Oh, the humanity! The burning airship is tumbling toward the crowd! The exploding hydrogen gas is engulfing the onlookers! The screams, oh Lord, the screams! Burning figures are falling from the twisted gondola! I can hear the shrieking of men trapped beneath the blazing metal! Please, sweet Christ, no!
Dear Hindenburg Announcer Guy,
I am a happily married man with a beautiful family and a secure job. But lately, I’m doubting pretty much everything. Do I really love my wife? Are my kids getting the upbringing they deserve? Did I sell my dreams short? How should I deal with these feelings?
—Stumped in St. Louis
Dear Stumped,
Flames a thousand feet high are engulfing men, women, children—oh, Lord, no! No! Not the children! The sizzling, oh God, the sizzling… Flames have seared the entire crowd! The smell of burned and melting flesh, God, God! An abomination of science gone awry has brought Hell to our fairgrounds!
Dear Hindenburg Announcer Guy,
I’m a divorced mother of three trying to get her life back together again after a messy breakup. My kids are still resentful, and I’m having a difficult time meeting people. Any suggestions?
—Heartache in Hanover Park
Dear Heartache,
The roar of flaming gas can’t drown out the tortured cries of the roasted! The scarlet mist of scalded blood fills the air! I can’t bear the sight of this seared and blasted fairground—everywhere I look is misery! A baby trapped by the airship’s hull fries in its own juices! A roustabout’s eyes boil, burst and run down his cheeks! Oh, the humanity! How can a just God allow such horror to be?
Dear Hindenburg Announcer Guy,
I am a college student in a gorgeous area of the Rockies. I love it here, but it’s difficult to pay attention to my schoolwork! There’s so much to do here, from hiking and biking to skiing, that my grades are slipping. How can I stay focused?
—Barely Bored in Boulder
Dear Barely,
Charred bodies are raining down from the heavens! The burnt corpses are strewn about the fields like cordwood! Hot ashes that were once our neighbors fall from the air like a grisly snow! I can feel my gorge rising for the hundredth time! The shattered hellscape before me is an affront to Heaven itself! Oh, God! Oh, the humanity!
That Hindenburg Announcer Guy is a nationally syndicated columnist whose weekly column, Ask That Hindenburg Announcer Guy, appears in more than 350 newspapers nationwide.
