Thread: 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.

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.

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!

Originally Posted by Obie

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

I laughed heartily at this that line!