beards raze "i see you're both growing beards for the cold," she said. i've had a beard for more than twenty years now. from the day i was able to start cultivating something more than a fine film of dirt on my upper lip, i've never shaved it off. if anything, it's neater now than it was when we first met. i wonder who she's been looking at all this time. because apparently it hasn't been me. but yes. my face will be warmer than some this season, i'm sure, from behind its shroud of greying thread. though i find myself needing a scarf to fight off the looming threat of frostbite when the worst the wind has to give really bites into me. whiskers can only do so much. any animal that's walked through winter will tell you that. 221125 what's it to you? who go blather from