Aug 18, 2020
4 min read
My Beard, 1989 to ??? …RIP
I celebrated no-shave November all the way from September 1989 to Blursday, the Sars-Teenth of Whenember…
My beard is gone, yet another victim of the Coronavirus (or, as we Bostonians would have it, the Caroner-Vice). It was gray, and it was shaggy and it was not entirely tractable but it was mine and I loved it. I cleaned it, combed it, trimmed it and tried to shape it now and again over the course of these many…
