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It’s
Mustache March everyone! And yes, I am still fixated on face hair.
I actually grew a beard (see 2/23 post) to be in solidarity with son, Garrett. Now it seems he’s got a stache. The mustache used to be my M.O. and he always called it lame. Go figure.
When he sent me his photo, I was reminded of my old passport shot (about 30 years ago!) The juxtaposition shows heredity at work.... I sure hope his gallbladder fares better than mine did.
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And speaking of heredity, here’s my grandfather Harry with his butcher wagon and the local townswomen. Back at the turn of the century, the mustache was clearly a babe magnet! Of course, babes have changed a little since then.