Sadly, I must say farewell to the Age of Beards.  I was recently promoted at work and my new position requires me to be clean shaven.  I loved my beards and will always think of them fondly.  So long, my friends:  the goatee, Van Dyke, mutton chops, the George Michael (not the public restroom George Michael, just the bearded parts) and my favorite…the Menonite Preacher.

This isn’t goodbye, just a little time apart…an ‘it isn’t you, it’s me” sort of thing.