You have seen pictures of me, haven't you?
I don't even own a razor.
Because like most sons of the Ozarks there are beautiful Osage princesses on both sides of my family tree (not a flat footed square headed squaw in the bunch) I don’t have a lot of facial hair, just a stubble on my chin and above my lip. I’d make Yassar Arafat look well groomed if I didn’t slick off the stubble each morning.
Besides if you grew up on Lefty Frizzell you always have his cautionary song in your head about going unshaven:
"I Never Go Around Mirrors"
I can't stand to see
A good man go to waste
One who never combs his hair
Or shaves his face
A man who leans on wine
Over love that's told a lie
Oh, it tears me up to see
A grown man cry
So I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me
Without you by my side
No, I never go around mirrors
Because I gotta heartache to hide
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(My family also cautioned me not to drink because of that Osage blood.)
But all that Scotch blood makes me curious as to the best value in everything.
If a man used a bar of shaving soap and a cheap double edged razor blade he could shave for a penny or so a day.
I suppose if he learned the straight razor he’d have to buy a few bars of shaving soap, only.
For the last ten years or so I’ve used Harry’s blades which last me a couple of weeks or more each, at two dollars each, and a can of Edge that lasts a month or two, I don’t keep track.
The value of old time shaving is the morning ritual.
My 94 year old barber remembers old men who’d come in every morning for their shave, who were older than double edged safety razors.
That would be the ultimate morning shaving ritual.