Hairs to You, Mr. Ginley

Well, it's that time of year again. 

Once more, Mr. Ginley, perhaps inspired by the winter blahs, began growing facial hair.

Unlike prior years, however, he's decided to try for the full beard and mustache combo. In the past, it was just a goatee. 

Every day he asks me if I like it. If he should keep it. Really, it doesn't matter what I think. I know from past experience because after a certain point in time, he will tire of the fussy care required (or it will itch or cause some other kind of discomfort) and that will be the end of it.

As one would assume this time in his life, his beard is coming in grey and white. 

Just to note: He doesn't like being called "Patchy." Or the "Gorton's of Gloucester Fisherman."

So, how long will it last? Will he have it for our son's wedding in May? Will it be reduced to a goatee? Or will it disappear when spring begins in earnest?

Assuming history does repeat itself, I took a shot of his face before the razor gets a shot at it.

And speaking of history, Mr. Ginley thought it would be fun to include a photo of "The Young Abe Lincoln," aka "The Amish Kid" from many years gone by (before we started dating).

What's that you say, Mr. Ginley? Barbasol has left and gone away. Hey, hey, hey...

Bonus points if you get the reference.