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I was 21: From New Year's eve, 1978, until the day before I graduated from the University of Oregon in June of '79, I sported a beard. It got fairly wild. My girl friend wanted me to grow it. You know how that goes. I shaved it off because my dad said he wasn't coming to my graduation if I didn't. I about 1/2 believed him.
Carried the mustache for more than 20 more years, though. Thank goodness it eventually went, too.
Moe