I haven’t needed a haircut since 1996. I hadn’t paid for one for several years prior to that but, in 1996, I shaved my head and started to build the empire that is “Warren” today. Hair and the idea of hair have both always sort of eluded me and been a bit of a question in my atrophied brain…what is the point of hair anyhow? I get by without it quite nicely. In fact, I am more aerodynamic that most hair-endowed folks (I like to call that a hair disability). Hair is just such a nuisance…you have to style it and dry it and cut it and if you wear a crash helmet, you have to worry about helmet head. I just don’t get hair.
Although I don’t get hair, I do get people – and that, friends, is why I program computers. Anyhow, my dear brother, who always had a full mop of hair, has a tradition where he doesn’t shave between Thanksgiving and Christmas. In the time between Christmas and New Year’s Day, he shaves his face-mane in parts, each day leaving an interesting facial-hair style (see some of the possibilities). Since I get people, I know that he must feel conspicuous being the only one in our family to participate. This year, being the kind and gentle brother that I am, I have decided to take part in the tradition as well. I stopped shaving on Thanksgiving and have been growing this luxurious set of whiskers since. You can see the reverse progression up through yesterday. The white stuff you see on my chin is not gray hair…no, no, friends, that is snow that got stuck in my beard while I was sled riding with the kids. I am nowhere near old enough to have gray hair…losing my hair is one thing, but gray hair? I think not!
So, what about it folks? Do you have funny traditions? Do you grow a beard?