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 gems 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 he paused,
looked me in the eye and said....
"Don't marry a woman with big hands. It makes your pecker look
smaller."