Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend
[editor's note: this has nothing to do with web development, programming or fermentation. but, it is my blog, so... yeah.]
Every year since I’ve been able to, I’ve grown a beard for the winter. Having grown up in Maine, and having spent a few years in Colorado, it was the natural thing to do. Keep it tidy during the warmer months, and when the leaves started to fall, make sure I started on my personal protection from the cold.
This year, however, was a bit different. I had grown a fairly sizable beard this past winter when a request was placed. My good friend Jake’s lovely fiance (at the time) couldn’t bear the thought of the whiskers not making an appearance at the wedding. So, she asked if I’d keep the beard. Not wanting to raise the ire of a bride to be, I said I would do my best. Keeping the beard wasn’t much of a stretch, as I really take pride in my facial hair. As the wedding approached, the temperatures began to rise. People began to doubt whether I’d be able to make it.
Such little faith.
Then came July 31st, the day Jake and Allie were to marry. Before the ceremony, I took a little good-natured ribbing for having such a ZZ Top-esque face at a wedding. It was easy to brush off, “The bride requested it,” I said.
That was a couple of days ago. During these last few days, I’ve been hemming and hawing about keeping the beard. Should I cut it off? Should I keep it? I couldn’t make up my mind. But, then it dawned on me, fall was approaching rather quickly. If I didn’t cut it now, I’d have to keep it into next winter.
Alas, the bearded jig was up.

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