

At the urging of the Long Suffering Floyd, I finally decided it looked mangy and I wasn't fooling anybody, anyway, so shaved it off, leaving only the soul patch (a new thing for me).
Sidebar: soul patches came into fashion from jazz trumpet players, who grew them to hide the scars under their lips.
So now I look jazzy. Jazzy and chinless.
And who wants to look like a Nazi or a Scientologist, anyway?




