I had no choice. I knew my fiancee's wife did not approve of it -- then 18" long -- and neither did five of her eight sisters. Thing is, my wife is psychologically disabled and standing there in "City Hall" eying me warily, clean-shaven, I had this fleeting thought, when asked by the marriage clerk, she would echo the old Popeye cartoon and say, " I DO...NOT!!! (I guess it would be the same as marrying a dark-haired woman who suddenly dyed her hair blonde.) That was July 4, 2016. (Actually the 5th, because all city offices are closed, but the 4th sounds better and is easier to remember. In 2020, the traditional heat wave of August came a month earlier. I cut it off in 3 stages so as not to cause her trauma. Her family was ecstatic. You look good Hog! It gets tiring having to hold your beard in to eat soup and spaghetti. One thing I learned, if someone asks you why you've grown one, they don't like it.