Approximately nine weeks. Mowed twice so far, and a third time after this photo. Salt and pepper. Wiry white whiskers make it easier to purchase booze without having to produce an ID. Slightly curved mustache makes my bride laugh. Makes me laugh. Like a goofy character in a children's book. And then my laughing bride stops laughing and reminds me that I said I would mow it. Soon. I will... ...
Beard
Bearding
"You're not old enough for a midlife crisis," a sixty year old friend quipped last night over dinner. Wine. Loads of pent up laughter. Transitions. Big birthdays. Aging parents. Aging children, nieces, nephews. I'd laughed off his complement, "Beard's good on you." Was he kidding? Second complement in 24 hours. Strange. Five weeks and nary a comment, as if nobody noticed my ...
The Beard
Donegal beard contest? I can scarcely resist, coming so soon after Spielberg’s Lincoln. And then I discover a Donegal beard is also known as a “chin curtain”, a name, a notion too inexplicably tempting. I Google “beard plugs” and discover that it’s possible to surgically transplant hair from the head or the chest. There are even beard tattoos, compensatory trompe l'oeil for the stubble ...