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I had a customer tug on my beard yesterday. She said it was a dangerous beard. She was insane.

Reflecting on that incident... The beard tug occurred during the introduction... Her salesman is a younger, shorter version of me, red beard and all. I call him mini me.... And she had been razzing him about his... She did apologize for doing it toward the end of our interaction... I expect she looked back on it and realized that that was an abnormal thing to do. I wasn't offended, and it didn't hurt... It was, in fact, very much like a firm hand shake greeting. I take back saying that she was insane. I think she was just impulsive.

My chin has not seen the light of day since 1979 ish. my two daughter have never seen me clean shaven.
If I tried shaving now I would probably end up scarred for life
:rotflol:

I wonder if it was the beard, itself, or the color.

I've traveled with my Mom who was a red-head, and the attention
paid to her hair was impressive, particularly by kids.

Recently I read an article about beliefs and discrimination towards red-heads in European art,
and Wikipedia devotes space to the (negative) beliefs among some cultures (here)

hah!

The 'rents and me out for dinner, Christmas Eve.

Not a great photo of me - the flash catches my face powder and makes me look two-tone in a way I really wasn't (and other photos bear this out.)
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But it's worth closer inspection.

I'm not the only unhappy one in this photo.
Jesus is unhappy too.
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Kinda digging Pop's shirt. Gray Grey paisley, is it?

Um, that's not Jesus watching you. :eek: But yes, Pop's got a spiffy shirt.

That's a black and white floral shirt, with a black and silver waistcoat (vest) over the top of it.
Very Tim Burton!

I'd have sworn that this one was in here already, but, I just looked at all the thread, and, it ain't:

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Who ya gonna call? :ghost:

Looks kinda like Quagmire:

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Faces

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