So No Shave November is over, and as such I’m two days in to MaBeGroMo. I’d like to think Whitman would have dug a beard of this magnitude grown in his honor, since he was, of course, America’s Beardiest Poet.

If Looking for Whitman continues on for the next couple of years I say this should be a reoccurring event. ‘Cause, you know, we’re hot like that.