My grandmother died in the 60s, but her birthday is coming up, and that always causes me to reminisce. The long walks we used to take to the store in town, 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 13. 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 always remember this, she said. Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.'
'How come, Grandma?' I asked her
She answered in her soft Polish voice.
'Makes your dick look bigger.'
Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. - Ayn Rand