Happily Ever After

The Beehive became a historical possibility on this day, at this very hour, nineteen years ago. On March 7, 1986, The Great Scot strolled into my life, treated me to a lovely lunch of pasta and shrimp, and forever swept me off my feet. One year later, to the hour, we strolled down the aisle and vowed to groove together til the sun don't shine. Or something like that.

Happy Anniversary, Great Scot!

Einstein was right: it's been a short eighteen years. The sun's still shining, so let's groove on. ;-)

Now then, for the amusement of our incredulous progeny, I will reveal the lyrics of the song we chose to play while we cut the wedding cake and shoved hunks of it into each other's mouths. For that historic moment, we interrupted a lovely, elegant and classy afternoon of Handel and Vivaldi, for... Lennon and McCartney. Yep, The Beatles.

When I'm 64

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter to three,
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older, too.
Aaah, and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save!
Ah, grandchildren on your knee:
Vera, Chuck, and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say --
Yours Sincerely,
Wasting Away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form:
Mine Forevermore.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

by John Lennon/Paul McCartney