Spending a week in Cuba was all the excuse I needed to let my beard grow. Razor blades were not an over-the-counter item available there. So, I let it grow and the above photo shows how the early growth looked. I came home 39 years ago and never shaved it off.
The beard introduced me to the joy of not shaving and to a look that I never changed. My wife has seen me without a beard only once and my kids have never seen me beardless.
Will I ever shave it off? Probably not. Am I hiding behind a mask of facial hair? Not really. I have an incredibly visual double chin.
I'm continuing to go through my vast collection of random photos and clips. My grandkids might enjoy seeing these when they get old enough.