The weekend before Christmas, I began my epic two-week vacation.

During those first few days, I neglected to shave, which prompted all four of my children — especially my two youngest girls — to demand I go ahead, let it grow and let my freak flag fly.

Now, I've never been able to grow a great beard like I see on other guys but under the right circumstances it's passable.  Looking back, the best beard I ever grew was the summer after high school. It was 1978, and all I did was party, go to Silver Lake, party, spend time with my girlfriend, party... Well, you get the idea. IT WAS 1978!!!!

Anyway, the '78 beard was full, it was bleached by all the sun, and I was as tan as I've ever been. That was as close to "beard perfection" as I could ever get. Sure, there were other beards. One in the mid '80s and the last one in the early '90s, but no full beard since then.

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So, we arrive at the weekend before Christmas, and my kids wanna see what will happen and I'm not that enthused. After all IT AIN'T 1978!!! The "blonde" will be a "lighter" shade of blonde and I'm not going for "bushy." I'm doing it for the kids. Go ahead and let me know if I should keep it.

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