In a recent fit of madness, I cut off my beard, the whole thing…if you don’t count a little Dizzy Gillespie soul patch action under the lower lip.. on me, it looks like a smear. I’ve had a beard almost as long as I’ve had eyebrows, I think…. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time – all this talk about change wears you down – so I lopped it all off and, as I reported to a few friends in email, discovered a sort of depressed, underfed pigeon staring at me from the mirror…Then I remembered why some of us wear beards…

I plan to grow it back – rubbing Rogaine on my chin as I write this…and, in all likelihood, as you read this….

One brave soul asked to see evidence of the naked visage… Since we aims to please, and since shawhouse is nothing if not photojournalist first, something else second, I took this snapshot….. Before you ask, yes, I touched it up a little in photoshop…

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