Duane, it's gett'n tight fer us.
I reckon that I must try harder.
How does dat count ?
True to life story, my life that is.
For Easter 1986 in Calgary some enlightenment overpowered me. ( I wore then
the nicest ugly Rocky Mountain beard far and wide in the Western Republic of
Canada ).
My kids were in bed already and I figured to show them what resurection is
all about. New face in the morn'n ! ( Same old man though )
I took my power saw and chopped off the hedge.
Easter morning coming around I knew that Max would just shoot into our
bedroom to jump on me.
I held the blanked up to under me nose.
Max came scream'n in, jumped on me and started to close in on me.
I pulled the blanked right down to me sailors chest and Max removed himself
totally shocked.
I could hardly keep me from burdting out laughing.
When I got dressed he told Inge, me sweet wife: " That guy is wearing my
dad's shoes !"
For about three month's he acted strange towards me. Even when I asked him
"Where is your dad ?" he would tell me " At work ."
See, Max was born while I wore my beard.
Moral of the story: Do not remove your beard or you might loose your kids!
BTW I started growing my beard in the summer '72 ( old shaver ).
Upon coming back to college after holidays our teacher said to the class: "
Look, a man ! "
Duane, what's the count ? For me ?
( You take bribes ? ) Answer that via back-channel for everyone to read.
G�nter
SrCmdr (very dignified )
OP 64
Siegen, Germany
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