Where I got my undergrad degree (University of Missouri - Rolla), St. Pats was a really big party.  As part of the festivities, all the guys (this was about 87% of the population, or about 49% of the population by weight) would grow beards for St. Pats.  So in an attempt to relive my youth, I grew a beard in March of 2006.  So if you’re a hot, available, female, and like the rustic look of a guy in a beard - I’m your man! Or at least I’m your man for a few weeks in March. 

This is my friend Roger and I at a St. Pat’s party.  He has a lot more Bling on than I do.  But wait until next year!   Until then, I’ll bide my time . . . .

Roger, Bo, and I at Bo’s restaurant.  The wit of Carson, Leno, and O’Brien, the intellect of Hawking, Newton, and Cauchy, yet the behavior of Larry, Moe, and Curly.