Ladies and gentlemen:

Today the dearly beloved gave me a gift.

Whoa! what a gift.

What was the occasion, you ask?

No, it is not my birthday.

Nor is it our anniversary.

Then again, we've been together for 45 years — and every day has been an anniversary.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, /And men below, and saints above; /For love is heaven, and heaven is love
(Sir Walter Scott)

The dearly beloved gave me the gift of the double edge: the Pils.

Regards,

Obie