Two weeks ago tomorrow morning, I was standing at the mirror after a great Labor Day weekend. I guess I had been too busy having fun to shave. Anyway, I made the sudden decision to grow a beard.
Why? I'm not sure I know. Perhaps it was the fact that I hadn't grown a beard for a quarter century.
Or maybe the fact that I had my annual canoe trip to the Boundary Waters coming up.
It may be that my favorite recent photo of me was after a Quetico canoe trip last year, and I had a couple of weeks of beard then.
Admittedly, I am the second best looking person in the photo. But a father never really minds being outshown by his son.
I did trim my neck - in a effort to look like a bum who was trying to grow a beard, rather than just a "Standard J-11 Bum." And proceeded on from my bathroom.
How has it worked? Well, the temperature skyrocketed - making the itchy period for the beard much more pronounced. A couple of days later Kate said,"You're going to keep that, aren't you?" Not exactly a ringing endorsement of this new look. The percentage of gray hair in the beard is high, making me look older, if not more distinguished. But I am not a high school junior trying to grow his first moustache to look older for the girls. I'm not sure that looking older is a goal of mine.
So the jury is still out. Actually, I think the verdict is in. But I'm trying to ignore it.