Sunday, January 30, 2011

Hair, less Hair, Hairless



For many years I had a hairy tradition of growing a winter beard and taking it off during the spring conference I attend in late March or early April. Intervening warmer climates, like Las Vegas, disrupted my hirsute practice.


This year I grew the beard and the hair, which is to say what hair I still have; but I find myself unable to wait until late March to divest as I will be returning soon to more temperate climes.


Several friends tell me the beard makes me look older; must be the grey.


While other friends, all of the female persuasion, prefer me with facial fuzz.


As I say in all of my relational endeavors, if there were a consistent female presence in my life, she could request any flocculent configuration she desired.


Until that time, it will be a thermal decision.

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