Dear Ann Landers,
I have never written to you before, but I believe the following might interest you and your readers. I found it in an old magazine. It was written by Rudy Joe Mano. It Was Grandfather's Birthday It was Grandfather's birthday. He was 79. He got up early, shaved, showered, combed his hair and put on his Sunday best so he would look nice when they came. He skipped his daily walk to the town cafe where he had coffee with his cronies. He wanted to be home when they came. He put his porch chair on the sidewalk so he could get a better view of the street when they drove up to help celebrate his birthday. At noon he got tired but decided to forgo his nap so he could be there when they came. Most of the rest of the afternoon he spent near the telephone so he could answer it when they called. He has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. One son and a daughter live within 10 miles of his place. They hadn't visited him for a long time. But today was his birthday and they were sure to come. At suppertime he left the cake untouched so they could cut it and have dessert with him. After supper he sat on the porch waiting. At 8:30, he went to his room to prepare for bed. Before retiring he left a note on the door, which read, Be sure to wake me up when they come. It was Grandfather's birthday. He was 79.

Dear Friend,
I don't often puddle up when I read letters, but this one did it. Thank you for sharing. WAKE III' AND SMELL THE C IIE F E E!