beardless in bellingham

I used to have a beard... it's true... over a span of several years I was clean shaven only once, for my best friends wedding.  Though the beard took many shapes and forms, it was an ever present part of my life.


Unfortunately, the past 2 years and 5 months has been a different story.  I was clean shaven twice a week for most of that time... and I did not like it much.  Now I'm reduced to getting the closest trim I possibly can without actually cutting to bare skin; perpetual 5 o'clock shadow.  Not that you can tell.  I pass muster every morning.

I'd like to say I've learned something by exposing my chin to the world, but I haven't.
I'll go to the grave wishing ill upon the forces of darkness.
let it be known...

let it be known, though my beard is gone, I stand with those of you who proudly display facial hair...
I too, have a beard... in my heart of hearts.

and yea it shall be.