A Lesson from Grandpa
J. Williams
I remember sitting out on the veranda with my grandfather one night while we were on a family vacation in Florida. I must have been no older than ten years old when the subject of sex was raised. I don’t recall how it came up but I remember what was said-word for word-as if it were yesterday. It went like this:
“Grandpa, do you and grandma love each other?”
Yes, we certainly do son. But why do you ask?
“Well, I am just curious, who do women marry men?”
That’s simple, because they fall in love with them.
“Well then grandpa, why do men marry women?”
That’s simple my dear boy. Alcohol!
