To My Infant Grandson

* Dear boy,

May you blossom into a gentleman with a keen intellect and a kind heart.

Know profound love.

Accept people for what they are without passing judgment on them.

Read good books and listen to good music.

Write a good sentence.

Love food and wine — and an occasional cognac and cigar.

Someday, a long time from now, my straight razors will be yours. Treat them as friends, and with respect. Take time to master them. Yet, give a bow to the older masters of the straight razor, because they will always know more than you do.

And before I forget, may yours be a light beard that grows in one direction.

Your loving grandfather and a straight razor pilgrim,

Obie

Here, here. I'll drink to that.

:beer2: Cheers!

You aren't going anywhere are you Obie?

In my line of work if someone sent that letter to me without a pretext, I would be worried. As I am now.

Nice toast, but still worried.:confused:

My dear Singlewedge,

Bless your heart for your concern. I am grateful.

No, I plan to be around for quite a while. At least I hope I will.

What started my line of thought was when I realized in about a year or so I must find a higher and safer place to keep my straight razors. I fear my infant grandson, who already looks like a shrunken offensive lineman for the Green Bay Packers, will take my modest condo apart one piece at a time.

And what's more attractive than a shiny straight razor? Oy . . .

Stay well, and thank you again.

Regards,

Obie

hahaa Well said Sir!

Cheers, very nice indeed!

:beer1:

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Originally Posted by Obie

And before I forget, may yours be a light beard that grows in one direction.

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I laughed heartily at this that line!

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