I'm over here in Afghanistan, and there is not a whole lot of creature comforts. With that said, I find my self fortunate that I can take the time out of my day to shave. After a two year hiatus from straight, I am finally back in the saddle. I finally received my new Dovo Forestal in the mail, and am loving every stroke. It is interesting the thoughts shaving provokes, looking in the mirror and remembering my wife staring at me as I shave. Probably wondering how long I was going to tie the bathroom up for. Watching my grandfather shave, the smells take me there, so very many years gone now. I don't exactly know why I stopped with straights in the first place, but I'm glad to be back at it. The memories of home it brings are welcome and treasured.