26 March 2014
A few days ago I was finishing my morning errands, dressed casually in black and headed to the gym. I was sporting a beard and my new aviator sunglasses. I walked past a young mother and her two little daughters. I heard one of the daughters say in that loud whisper that little girls have: "Mommy he looks like a bad man!" I laughed. The young mother said "Sorry!" as if she were used to it.