On Growing A Beard

“When I stroke the beard thusly, do I not appear more intellectual?” ~Data from Star Trek Next Generation I’ve been clean shaven pretty much forever.  Dear Old Dad had a muschtache and looked a good deal like Juan Valdez from the coffee comericals.  One of my older brothers has a goatee that he has had forever.  My boss has one of those neat and trim little goatees that he keeps at a constant quarter of inch length.  Whenever I have tried to grow a beard or a goatee or anything, I have been unhappy with how it has looked.  That…

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Del Rancho in OKC

My Dad would have loved Del Rancho, and I’m sure if he ever spent enough time in Oklahoma City to need a meal, that he ate there. Dear old Dad had a homing beacon for greasy dinners and most of my fondest memories of Dad are of my brother, me, and Dad sitting in a small booth with a tiny jukebox. It’s worth noting Dad died of multiple system failures at the ripe old age of 62. Anyway. Del Rancho is famous for it’s Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich. For those of you North of the Mason Dixie Line, a chicken…

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