Sunday morning

It snowed briefly in Paris this morning, and my obsession with Louis XVI finally has taken its toll.  This morning, I put a razor to my throat and did the deed.  For the first time in seven years, I am beardless.  I must have lost my head?

Must have done it for the Pats!


  1. How does it feel? Photo?
    (Someone remarked just the other day that your beard aged you.. :)

  2. Scarey, Sam. Makes me think maybe I should keep mine.....

    I won't recognize you when you get home.


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