As "No Shave November" came to a close, I was antsy to get the mass of hair off of my face. Much more fun than growing the beard, however, was taking pictures with a dirty mustache afterward. I've come to a couple conclusions during this endeavor: 1) My generation can not seriously pull off the 'stache. 2) If your 'stache splits down the middle, you have hit a whole other level of dirty. The jacket was compliments of my dad circa 1980 (note the elbow patches) and the scarf was Bethan's. Next November, we'll try the "Handlebar" look, if indeed it is possible for me to do. Then, maybe I could join these guys. I sure hope they'll let me in...