My wife has never seen me without my beard, and of course neither have my kids. Nobody in the family has ever expressed any desire to see what I would look like, nor am I particularly curious. I've had a beard since I was 17. My hair is very dark and (was) thick and grows quickly. This meant that from the time I was 16 or so, no matter what I tried, I still had stubble (we used to call it a "four o-clock shadow). Safety razors did better than electric, but I have a scar on my chin from doing the classic 'kid goes backward over rocking chair and does a face plant' thing, so I would cut myself constantly. Add in a dash of adolescent boy laziness and, Presto! Instant beard!
The last time I was completely clean-shaven was in 1975. I was working for our family cable TV company in Brunswick, Georgia for the summer. I shaved the left side one day and the right side the next day. I think it was during summer vacation. Between the Georgia heat and the Georgia culture, it seemed best to be shorn. Maybe if I'd still had the beard, the born-again types I was hanging out with down there (not a lot of choice) wouldn't have kept trying to convert me, which turned out to be the major dynamic of the summer.
The beard returned and remained until I started looking for jobs in the spring of 1981, when I was graduating from business school. I decided to shave the beard and leave the mustache. Looking at pictures from back in the day, I would have to say that this was a regrettable decision. The effect was more cliche Mexican bandito than anything else. The interviewing process concluded at the end of March, 1981 and so did my beardlessness.
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I remember when you did that at Fox lane
Is this who I think it is? How did you find my blog?
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