Dear Ann Landers,
Emil and I have been married forty-five years. He is seventy-two and I am sixty-five. Emil has a lot of pep for a man his age, and everyone remarks on it. He is a good dancer and keeps up with all the latest steps. At parties he is a regular cutup, plays the harmonica, and does the soft- shoe. He likes to love me up in front of company, which everyone thinks is very sweet. But Emil doesn't stop there. When we are alone he still acts like a young colt, even though I've told him such foolishness is not proper for people our age. We have fourteen grandchildren, Ann. Don't you think it's time Grampa stopped acting like a movie Romeo? When I told him I wanted to write for your ideas, he said, "Go ahead and write. Ann Landers may give you the surprise of your life." I think he is wrong and that you will side with me. How about it?--Mrs. D