My long-passed grandfather's birthday is coming up, and for me it is a time
to reminisce. The long walks we used 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!
 
Much was wasted because I was young when he died. If he were alive today and
sharing his pearls of wisdom, I'd be a better man. 
 
Those gems were well and good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the
crown of grandfatherly advice, came when I was on 12. We were sitting in a
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?