I don't see you every day, but sometimes when walking home you give me the nicest smile. It's the kind of smile you'd want to get from your grandpa. And it brightens my day every time. But I somehow never see you coming and I always catch it at the last minute and I'm afraid my return smile doesn't measure up. Sorry about that.
I could never tell you how much it brightens my day because then it would be all weird and you'd probably start walking a different way each day. So I'm putting it here, even though you probably don't read this crappy newspaper. (Though it has, admittedly, improved with the departure of Sarah Mirk.)
So thanks again for putting a smile on my face, too, often when I need it most. They say you never know about all the people in life you have in impact on. Maybe somehow, now you'll know about one. :)