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…

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An unwieldy mix of the sacred and the profane, uneasily co-existing in an ever more fragile shell. Celebrating no-shave Nov since Sept 1989.

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An unwieldy mix of the sacred and the profane, uneasily co-existing in an ever more fragile shell. Celebrating no-shave Nov since Sept 1989.