Regarding those several queries we have received about Dan's face bearing scruff, dirt, chocolate croissant, wine dribble, and also 'who's that Bohemian guy with Cathleen?' this is for you... The whole idea was born years ago on our honeymoon (geez, has it been 13 years?) when Dan gave up the razor for 10 days. Well, ever since then, Cathleen has (in the words of Mr. Tim Stotler) had this fantasy of living with a poor starving-artist type in a Paris flat, performing her 'house-boy' chores and doing handy-man work shirtless. Well, this is the best I can do, by growing out the beard and letting her kick my butt in Gin Rummy (she was getting tired of getting beaten in cribbage on a regular basis to this point). So, in all fairness to Cathleen and her
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