My grandfather...

...I remember telling an older woman from England the story of how my grandfather had married his wife. He married her when she was... well... young. When I said the age that he had married her at, though, the woman piped up and said, "That's too young to get married..."


I remember, at that point, that I simply looked at her. When I told my sister the story of how I had looked at the woman, who, again, said, "That's too young to get married"; she wanted to know what kind of look I had given the woman.


Upon reflection, it was an "a wooden leg named smith" - complete with the wheezy laughter that ensues after the older man finally gets the joke look.


Love,


Daniel