Perching atop a bar stool at the Grand Trunk in downtown Detroit, I leant across the counter and engaged my barman in conversation.
“So Nick, tell me what the deal is with Detroit men and all your beards?”
Don’t get me wrong. I am a great supporter of beards, it’s just I’ve noticed a solid three quarters of the men I meet here seem to have one. It’s become so normal, I’ve almost stopped noticing altogether.
Nick looked bashful. It only took him a moment to reply. “What do you mean all our beards?”