I have clung onto one small piece of vacation.  One reminder of relaxing days lakeside.  My beard.  Yes, it’s scraggly.  Yes, it’s got all sorts of white hair mixed in.  Yes, it’s probably time for it to go.

At work today, I ran into a co-worker by the elevators.  Giving her a “hello” and she looked startled.  She had not recognized me with a beard (yes, the start of witness protection).

Informing her that it was just a reminder of vacation and certainly temporary, she informed me of the fact that it made me look like I was leading “fishing tours.” Yes, with the beard, career opportunities abound.

Popeye the Davyman