Saturday, March 21, 2009

He's Packing the Slowest Razor in the West

It was 22 degrees Fahrenheit when I got up yesterday morning, and flurries flew outside my window when I woke up this morning. Spring failed to keep its appointment with the Vernal Equinox.

Plus, my barber is on vacation until March 25. So, the beard lives on. Is this like Groundhog Day where my beard sees its own shadow and calls for six more weeks of Winter? It's certainly been called worse than "groundhog-like" lately.

And why is this wanted poster appearing all over my neighborhood?

1 comment:

  1. I'm impressed with the number of disguises you're able to carry off, John. This is an aspect of your personality I hadn't fully appreciated before...