All good things come to an end.

This evening I received an email from my grandfather with the subject "Farewell Mr. Moustache." He wrote,

"A year ago today, Marilyn and I were on a Carnival Cruise ship with our children and their spouses—Greg and Jo Conroy, Mark and Karalee Romaneski and Pete and Angie Romaneski. It was a wonderful time of fellowship in celebration of our bring married fifty-five years.. We were all at dinner when I suddenly realized that I was the only person—actually the only man—at that table who did not sport a moustache. The decision to grow one came quickly, and it soon grew to a beautiful bountiful adornment on my lip. Guess what? All good things come to an end. This morning on the one year anniversary, off came the moustache. Marilyn was witness to the demise.

Love, ALR"


Alas, the 'stache is gone. I must admit, I enjoyed its bountiful presence. And while I tend to be more pro-stache when it comes to my dad and grampa, I support his decision to "travel light."


And now, a photo tribute to the infamous stache (you will be missed).


Christmas 2005: A stache-ful Santa



At Jon & Jess's wedding: Gramma admires the white-hair above the lip...I bet she misses that lovely stache.



pre-stache days: May 2005



He still looks handsome stache-less. I think the bow tie really helps.