To state with the most lovely honesty, the best thing about my beard is that I don't shave every morning. The fact that I genuinely like its overall appearance and truly have enjoyed growing it longer over the past year and forward is simply a wonderful bonus. I am comfortable with my own follicles and do not covet any other man's color, coverage, density, pattern, or length. I occasionally tease about the poorly disciplined, dyslexic albino sea lion attempting to masquerade as a walrus moustache, but it is with the joy of it being my own and seeing it improve with length and training.

The beard does not make me who I am. It is an outward and harmonious expression of the man I am inside, and that expression would be incomplete without the beard.

Triibeard's Thirty-NINE years of being bearded    (The recent journey from a short- to a long-beard)
Introducing LEGO-Sheriff Triibeard     (The origin story for our polymeric polychromatic hero)
Sheriff Triibeard and The Case of the Missing Beard Balm   (In search of that scoundrel RiffRaff)
Sheriff Triibeard and the Hermit Hoarder    (Consequences of acquisitiveness)

In a world of shorn faces, it is our privilege to offer those around us the exquisite opportunity to know a gentleman with a beard.