My father tells a story about going to work after my younger sister was born. As he handed around cigars with pink wrappings, one of his co-workers asked if he and my mother were going to "try again." My father was not sure what he meant so the guy asked again, "You know, for a boy." My father's response was that he was delighted with his two daughters and did not feel the need to populate the world with Beams in an attempt to have a son.

TRUTH