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Here’s a photo that Roxanne took of yours truly with my date, Kevin, at our New Year’s Eve party. It shows my fully developed white beard. Shortly after this photo was taken Kevin wondered what I looked like under my beard, so obligingly I shaved it off. Soon after all sorts of people came up and said, “I really like you better WITHOUT the beard.” Before that they had said just the opposite. Sigh. Guess that ’s the last of ole whitebeard. I kinda liked it, but “there’s no accounting for taste.”