For fifteen years I’ve sported a goatee. I met Laralee with it. I got married with it. My kids have never seen me without it. Most of my friends don’t know what I look like without it.

But, it was time. Here goes…

Hmm, the Fu Manchu just doesn’t work so well.

Ouch, kind of painful shaving in a place that hasn’t felt the caress of a razor in fifteen years. But finally it all came off.

On the bright side, I look ten years younger. Or maybe five years younger. Whatever, but younger.