On a trip to California a few weeks ago, I went into a fast food restaurant to get some sodas for the road for me and Lady Triibeard. The nice young lady behind the counter said, "Alright, and with your discount, the total is ($X.XX whatever it was)."

ME: "Discount?"
HER: "Yes, your senior citizens discount."
ME: "What if I told you I was only 48?"
HER: "I'd say you owe me another $1.50."
ME: "Thank you for the discount."

Sigh. First time I didn't have to ASK for the discount, even though I qualify.

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.