*FULL DISCLOSURE*

Bob’s gone feral.

I’ve spent too much time camping in mountains here or there, and I looked to Karmen and said, “I’m thinking I need a mountainman beard now.” For some reason she agreed, which is strange since many, many moons ago I used to tell her I needed a ZZ Top beard, to which she said I’d find myself single again.

I’ve never been able to grow it all that long before it began to bother me, but this time I just let that go. Now I marvel that I can tickle my chest hairs with my chin hairs! Amazing!



Now I mentioned feral, and for sure there’s a lot down in there these days, but once upon a time I wasn’t even house broken! Here’s me almost 30 years ago when my folks came down for a visit:



My mom regretted being so strict I’m sure 🤣 (being an officer’s kid I was forced to wear polos and penny loafers and keep my hair short despite my desire to do damn near the other)