My goatee, R.I.P.
Jacki and I went to Burney, CA to visit her parents over Memorial Day weekend, and I didn’t shave the whole time. When I got home, I decided to grow it out as it has been 15 years or so since I last grew a beard, and I wanted to see what color it would be now. It was dark red when I was younger, and I wondered whether any od the gray hairs that have been sneaking onto my temples would make an appearance. They did! Black hairs, too–very weird.
Reactions were mixed. Every one I talked to liked it, except Jacki. She just hates facial hair. “I didn’t marry a man with a beard,” she said. “Yes you did,” I replied. “I just wore it a lot shorter”. She didn’t buy it.
I decided to shave it off for a couple of unexpected reasons: it bugged the heck out of me when I played my euphonium (those damn gray hairs are coarse and prickly!), and my CPAP mask (for my sleep apnea) leaked. It’s too bad; it was really starting to grow on me.
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