Two Guys, Two Different Styles--And Death Marches On. By Jeff Smith AS GRUMPY OLD men go, my friend Jeff Dytko was precocious. By the time he reached his 50th birthday, he could be so cranky you were afraid to go out in public with him, lest he offend some innocent bystander with a knife and poor hand-eye coordination, and you ended up bleeding, just for being around. But I have to say--and this is a point of no small significance-- that I never heard Dytko utter an unkind word about Mo Udall. As grumpy old men go, my friend Mo Udall was a complete failure.