I am sporting a full white beard this year for the first time.
A full beard for the first time; not a white beard for the first time.
My beard has been white long enough for me to feel that age has been dogging me longer than I would care to admit.
I have sported many beards in my lifetime and all of them were kept groomed close to my face like a phony Hollywood type.
The reason was that for some reason when I let the beard grow, as it got beyond a certain point, it would drive me crazy.
So I played it close to the bone.
I decided to grow yet another beard this winter just for the goddamn hell of it and to shake things up.
I let it go and it did not drive me crazy.
I do not know why.
So I let it go and go and go.
Now it is thick and luxurious.
Everybody keeps calling me Santa Claus.
Cute but unoriginal.
Today, a customer came through my register, one of hundreds that I have a relationship (sort of) with.
He said "The beard looks good. You remind me of Hemingway."
He is my new favorite customer.