I'm back from vacation with a ten day old mustache, grown at a suggestion from my sister-in-law, whose husband as well as all my other brothers have and have (it seems) always had a mustache. I've worn a mustache before. Twice. One lasted almost six months. This new one, I think, impaired my golf game. At least that's my excuse. No doubt I'll do a story about it.
So far I've posted eight stories to SOL with at least one mention of a mustache. One of them, quite autobiographical, is called Shaving Cream.