Last night at midnight, the governor of Arizona's officially mandated stay-at-home order expired. I swore I would not shave until this was over, and while history warns us there will be two more spikes, with the upcoming spike—probably in the fall—being the worst, I have honored my "official" commitment and intend to shave off this itchy symbol today.
So this morning, I asked my long suffering, live-in photographer, to take a photo of me to commemorate my pandemic facial hairs.
While so much of our lives are now viewed from the waist up, Zoom meetings for example, Kathy insisted on capturing my entire pandemic outfit.
Some of my friends, okay, one loud mouth in particular, insists I actually look like a certain old time sidekick. Well, do I?
—John A. Aragon