People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Beard.

The beard is gone.  Amazingly, the Babe, who hated it like a dirty toilet, didn't notice for an hour.  I have to admit it is pretty scary in that profile pic over there on the sidebar. 

It has been over 30 years since I last had one to rival that.

Everybody has a "special" friend.

Goodbye friend.


Shannon said...

All good things must come to an least it grows back if you miss it too much!!

virgil xenophon said...

Does that mean like Sampson you lose your special powers to cook & shoot? (and "other" things) I'd have given that some more thought if I were you...... :)

Stephen said...

No virg, I've got enough hair on the rest of my body to accomodate any "biblical" needs. I am a hairy beast. But my chin was cold in the morning breeze earlier.