Today at the grocery store an old man wearing a veteran hat(didn’t catch which war)told me “nice beard.” I didn’t understand him at first, I thought he’d said something about beer. “What?” “Nice beard, he said, stroking his own gray, distinguished facial mane. “Thank you,” I said, finding myself breaking into an involuntary grin. He smiled and nodded and walked away. And it didn’t strike … Continue reading Men don’t compliment each other enough.