The Stash is usually his deployment outfit, grown to mark the days at sea, and also to assert his superior follicle qualities. It disappears soon after he returns home from unknown lands smelling of various petroleum-based fuels and the ocean. That first shower at home to wash off the Navy usually ends with the wielding of the razor. Recently, however, he only had a short stint home and so elected to take The Stash and me to Tokyo for a multi-course dinner.
The Stash also likes to go hiking.
When young, The Stash is violently territorial. When I get too close, it pokes and chafes. As it ages, it finds ways to live peacefully within our overlapping habitats. Knob Creek takes the edge off the Stash burn.
Knob Creek takes the edge off everything.
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April 25, 2008 at 12:49 am
Tyson Brown
I can imagine the Stash in retirement. I think I’ll find the commander a can of wax to curl the ends. Here are some looks for him to aspire to … http://www.oregonwildhair.com/gallery.htm