This blog is all about how things look to a man, who's not a boomer, but not quite a millennial, let's just say he lies somewhere on the tail of the X.
What Started as a Lark, Becomes a Chronological Demarcatior
I started growing my moustache slightly before President The Donald was elected, but I always kept it neatly trimmed. In the ll of this year, as if presaging the pandemic, I decided to let my tassles go native, eventually to have each tucked behind its respective ear, much like Sam Elliott in his Big Lebowski cameo appearance, quite simply because 'The Dude Abides.' And because a large moustache is a status symbol.
I intended to let my moustache grow as long as this pandemic and attendant economic ramifications persist and reverberate.
By all models of calamities past, I ought to get honestly highly hirsute before all's said and done.