My long- passed grandfather's birthday is coming up and for me it is
time to reminisce. The long walks we use to take. The long drives,the
special trips he would make to pick me up so I could spend weekends with
him, and the advice he used to give.

The jewel in the crown of grandfatherly advice came when I was only 12.
We were sitting in the park watching children and their mothers enjoying
a beautiful spring day.

He told me that one day,I'd find a woman and start my own family."And
son," he said,"be sure you marry a woman with small hands" "How come
grandpa?" I asked.
"It makes your pecker look bigger."
Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?

Actually sounds like something my grandpa would say