I admit that when Jacob was seven, I dressed him, his sister, and his cousins in bowties and handlebar mustaches to sing “Happy Birthday” to their grandpa, who is an avid barbershopper. At that time, his sister politely declined the mustache. Ten years later, Jacob grew his own mustache for a stage performance and then decided to see how long he could maintain it. He was going to shave it for his senior pictures, but the grassroots outcry was so strong that he couldn’t disappoint the fans of The Mustache. Despite following public opinion on this point, Jacob prefers to be a little quirky, as opposed to a slave to fashion.
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