During the early Eighties I had a full beard for about a year. Then one Saturday morning my wife made pancakes. The third time I drizzled syrup into the thing, I decided, "Okay, That's it!" and I shaved it off. One year later, my supervisor at work said, "Hey, Don, I just noticed! When did you shave off your beard?" Very alert was my supervisor.

My general hair configuration is clean-shaven, topped with something more or less similar to the Captain Jean-Luc Picard pompadour.

Don Firth