> My grandmother died in 1975, but her birthday is coming up, and that always causes me to reminisce. The long walks we used to take to the
> store on Brunswick Street, the quarters she gave me for meaningless
> jobs like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk... Those gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 10.
>
> We were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda
> bottles for the deposit money on a beautiful spring day. She told me
> that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
> "And remember always this thing," she said. "Be sure you marry a woman
> with small hands."
> "How come, Grandma?" I asked her. She answered in her soft voice..
> "Makes your **** look bigger."
>
> Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?