It started the summer that I worked for Science North as a member of their traveling day camp in north western Ontario. My beard that is. And since that summer, I’ve had some form of facial hair — even in the spring of 1999 when I shaved my head.

I’ve had full beards, very full beards, long beards, goatees, chin-straps, handlebar moustaches and soul patches. Today, I have no beard, no patch, no nothing, just some stubble. A few weeks back, I simply shaved it all off. You know what? It’s much easier to shave when you know that it’s all going.