Mark’s in the hotel bathroom shaving off his mustache – he says it’s time. He’ll be 60 in October. I’m listening to car talk on WBEZ, while writing.
We came in yesterday on the train. It was a bit of a hike and lugging suitcases on the crowded CTA bus to get to the hotel – it was about 3:30 in the afternoon, and we went past Lane Tech just as the kids were getting out.
He doesn’t look as different as I thought he would – and, well, his smile is different. I think the biggest downside for him is that as long as he had the mustache, no one could tell what he was doing with his mouth under there. Now they’ll be able to tell that he’s not only rolling his eye but curling his upper lip in disgust – they’ll start thinking he’s not nearly as polite as they thought.
His upper lip is paler then the rest of his face – it sort of glows in the dark.
Freshly shaved
