So, I am in the shower this am and thinking about my upcoming shave. I've got the brush and the mug and the shaving soap and a Parker 99R to go with it.
Anyway, while I'm showering, I realize that I am at the end of a bar of soap--you know it is too big to toss and too small for another shower. And, I suddenly flashed back about 40 some years. Back then, being a kid, I learned to shave from my father. He was one of those "whatever it is, I can do it" guys--you know, around the house he could: rewire the electricity; rearrange the plumbing; do the masonry;do the flooring, the walls, and the ceiling; then go outside and fix the car. Well, my dad didn't go in for all the "doodads." No brush, no shaving soap, no mug, no "foofoo juice." Whatever was sitting on the sink at any given time was his "shave" soap--Dial, Ivory, Zest, Life Bouy; He'd just wet his face, grab the soap, and soap up his face-then shave. Of course it was a DE by default--it was the only choice. That's how I learned and that's how I shaved for years.
Flash forward 40 some years. His kid is DE shaving again. With all the "doodads" and the "foofoo juice." And I think, "Hell, if it was good enough back then, it should be good enough now. And that's what I did--grabbed that little piece of soap, and standing in front of the sink, I wet my face, soaped it up, and shaved with my 99R.
Well, it was a pretty decent shave--not baby butt--but good enough for the guy at Broad and Market Street (as my dad was wont to say). After the shave I splashed on some Old Spice AS, sprayed on some Old Spice cologne, and put on some Old Spice deodorant. For a moment, I was 20 again. It felt really good, and I think dad would approve--except for the foofoo juice.
Anyway, while I'm showering, I realize that I am at the end of a bar of soap--you know it is too big to toss and too small for another shower. And, I suddenly flashed back about 40 some years. Back then, being a kid, I learned to shave from my father. He was one of those "whatever it is, I can do it" guys--you know, around the house he could: rewire the electricity; rearrange the plumbing; do the masonry;do the flooring, the walls, and the ceiling; then go outside and fix the car. Well, my dad didn't go in for all the "doodads." No brush, no shaving soap, no mug, no "foofoo juice." Whatever was sitting on the sink at any given time was his "shave" soap--Dial, Ivory, Zest, Life Bouy; He'd just wet his face, grab the soap, and soap up his face-then shave. Of course it was a DE by default--it was the only choice. That's how I learned and that's how I shaved for years.
Flash forward 40 some years. His kid is DE shaving again. With all the "doodads" and the "foofoo juice." And I think, "Hell, if it was good enough back then, it should be good enough now. And that's what I did--grabbed that little piece of soap, and standing in front of the sink, I wet my face, soaped it up, and shaved with my 99R.
Well, it was a pretty decent shave--not baby butt--but good enough for the guy at Broad and Market Street (as my dad was wont to say). After the shave I splashed on some Old Spice AS, sprayed on some Old Spice cologne, and put on some Old Spice deodorant. For a moment, I was 20 again. It felt really good, and I think dad would approve--except for the foofoo juice.
