He answered, “I’m here for Caroline’s wedding” (his daughter). I was a bit taken aback, as I knew nothing about it, nor had I been invited. But I figured it was a small, immediate-family-only affair, and decided the nice thing to do would be to send a gift. So I went online to see if she had a bridal registry.

DEAR MISS MANNERS: I am 70 years old, and have had a cordial, if not close, relationship with my 58-year-old brother all our lives. Recently he texted me a screenshot of a map of my neighborhood. I texted back, “Huh?” He answered, “I’m across the street from your building.” I replied, “I didn’t know you were in town.”

DEAR MISS MANNERS: My soon-to-be husband and I are planning our wedding, and are having a disagreement on how to address the invitations. We have agreed to abide by your decision. He says that because it’s a gay wedding, we don’t have to follow tradition and etiquette.

Letter writer is stunned to learn they aren’t invited to their niece’s lavish wedding. Dear Miss Manners: When sharing stories, anecdotes or facts in conversation, I usually cite my source. For example,

Why not be discreet about it and say nothing? Why bring it to my attention by text? It’s thoughtless at best, cruel at worst.

Well, it turned out that she had a wedding website, which described the lavish affair in detail: a bridal party of 24 maids of honor and groomsmen, to be held at an upscale hotel a few blocks from my home.