Back in 1968, I shaved off my beard because I forgot what I looked like without it. When I looked in the mirror, I remembered why I grew it in the first place. I looked like the world's oldest, and chubbiest, Bar Mitzva boy. I ran away to Chicago and hid out ar Dodie Kalick's, in Evenstan, until it grew back.
A former grandmother-in-law tried to get me to shave. She said. "I'll bet you have a beautiful chin under that beard."
"Madam", I replied," I have several beautiful chins under this beard."