The year ends with an unexpected post. Today, my cousin Dan emailed a couple older photos, both likely taken by his dad (my Uncle Glenn). Date and my age are uncertain as I write. If Dan can answer my question where, then time is something I can add later on.
I probably started the beard around age 16, definitely by 17—but age 18 or 19 is possible, too, in the Featured Image. Seventeen is my guess. If correct, location likely would be my Nana’s apartment in Lewiston, Maine. Same would be true if a year or two older.
Ah, the blonde locks make me pine for my baby-fine hair, most of which was gone by my early thirties. I could grow a new beard, but it would be white or grey now. Should I?
That brings 2023 to a close. Tomorrow we start another year, and it’s one about which I see starkly split attitudes, with little between: Angst for some folks, hope for others. You?