I had a lot of fun growing my beard recently, and Herman Melville liked it, too... Those curly locks were sacrificed for MOvember, and they are fondly missed. However, duty calls!
And to soothe my hurting heart and freshly scraped face, I would like to pay homage to the only reason I am able to grow a decent beard:
I am my father's son.
When it comes to beards, Dad knows a thing or two. His beard-growing prowess is legend-hairy!
When I was a young lad, living with my Mom and Dad and little brother in Lincoln, Nebraska, Dad saw an advertisement for a beard growing contest. This contest was sponsored by a local bank to celebrate Nebraska's Centennial of Statehood.
|Here is a picture of Dad's prize-winning |
beard for the Nebraska Centennial in 1967