I want it to become a tradition: A picture of me wearing a mustache holding my daughter while on vacation at the beach. By some fluke both last summer and this, I’ve had an abundance of facial hair at exactly the time that my family takes a week at the beach. That facial hair both years has taken the form of a mustache — last year, I shaved one out of a beard I was taking off; this year it was the result of an ill-conceived mustache-growing contest at work.
Without further ado, here is a comparison of mustaches, 2006 and then 2007…
