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One is always on pretty solid ground to rely on the Bible regarding any subject, including love.  Love is mentioned over 670 times in the Bible.
 
We know that the New Testament is translated from the Greek. However, the Jews in Palestine, including Jesus and his disciples, spoke Aramaic,  after the Roman captivity came about.  Teh Greek language, say most writers and theologians, is close to the perfect language.  For instance, the works "believe" and "trust", are the same words in Greek.

Hold on, this may go somewhere...eventually to Loshie and her overalls, I promise.

In the Greek, we are given eight different words for the word love.  Most people know AGAPE (God love); PHILIOS  (friendship love)...then there is one that escapes me which means family love.  This brings us to EROS love---from which we get the word "erotic".  This means the love between a man and a woman---the marrying kind...when you can't eat or sleep and are about 4/3 sick.  Then comes jumping the broom handle together---then, making whoopie, not before(should be).

I promised we'd get to Loshie's overalls.  Morton and Loshie were our neighbors growning up.  They were up in their 70's with great grandchildren:  past the EROS stage, at least that's the way Loshie saw it.  Morton didn't see it that way;  despite the snow on the roof, he still had a spark or two left in his furnace.  If Loshie ever had any, it was gone---then again, she may have had some on the start but was too "ligious" to admit it, like most women of her era.

They still slept in the same bed, however it was strictly a platonic relationship.  To keep it that way, Loshie slept in a pair of Morton's overalls...TURNED AROUND BACKWARDS.  Sort of a self imposed "chastity belt" of sorts perhaps.

I've never held with drinking, but I've never blamed Morton for taking his shot of Early Times every morning before breakfast.  Maybe it helped.  It, however in no sense of the word, could have taken the place of WHOOPIE.

P.S.  First wife Bett and I are looking at 61at 61 years together in September.

Since I don't hunt anymore:  I recently traded my shotgun for a new pistol.  Bett thought she heard a noise outside a few nights ago.  So, to exercise my place of responsibility and protect my family...as the man of the house.  I got my pistol and my flashlight, went outside and walked around.  After seeing and hearing nothing after a while of searching, for good measure I pulled the hammer back and blazed away down into the woods.  If there happened to have been a bugger about, he would have heard it.  Afterward, my ears rand a good bit.

We've go a little time before our sixty-first celebration.  But I told Bett we might could go to Guntown Mountain..if she would let me wear my new pistol.