When I first started shaving, I used my Dad's electric razor and shaved it all. But when I joined the Navy, the new Chief of Naval Operations got rid of many of the chicken**** regulations, and that included shaving, as long as it was "neatly trimmed". And you couldn't leave the ship until it was approved.
Seemed like it was a good time to grow a beard and moustache since we were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico and it was a long swim to shore.
I had brown hair, but my beard and moustache grew in red, like my Dad's. My fellow sailors started calling me "Grizzly Adams".
I still have facial hair, but its a mixture of grey and white now and every day a few more turn white. I shave every other day using shaving soap and a badger bristle brush, but I shave in the evening, when my eyes are fully open so I don't have to stop the bleeding with tiny pieces of toilet paper stuck to my face.
I live in a suburb of Cincinnati. I take personal pride in the fact that we haven't had a single snowflake this year. I drive a 4WD Ford S-10 Pickup with Blizzak snow tires on all four corners during the winter months. The day that I go back to summer tires, we'll get a freak snow storm.
I carry an extra power, sewer and water hose. Don't need them often, but if you're a foot too short...
For entertainment, I have a roof mounted satellite antenna that searches the sky for a connection. I use Dish, because they have more than one satellite transmitter. The only time I couldn't get a signal, I was about half way north in Alaska. Caused by the earth's curvature. DVDs filled in for it.
I still live in a suburb of Cincinnati, where I was born. When I retired, I decided to see the country, but as a visitor. So I bought a Class 'C' MH and hit the road when I please. So far, I'm still missing Washington and Oregon, but they're on my list. And Alaska was the trip of a lifetime.
I didn't drink coffee until I went in the Navy. I was a Hospital Corpsman. When I reported aboard, I was asked to make the coffee in sick bay. I followed the directions on a 30 cup urn. Then I took a cup to the Chief Doctor. His eyes widened and he told me to fill the water in a smaller coffee maker. I filled it to the line and returned. The Doctor poured it all into the bigger coffee maker, mixing it with what I had already made while explaining that I was dealing with Navy coffee and that at full strength, it would take the chrome off of a car bumper.
Growing up, I never had a cavity - until I was 16 and got my driver's license. I was driving on a local road with a couple of buddies in my '53 Studebaker. No seat belts back then. I rubbed up against a square curb. It jerked the wheel out of my hands just in time to hit a telephone pole. I bit a hunk out of the steering wheel on my way through the windshield.
Cut a temporal artery and knocked out all but some of my back teeth, both upper and lower.
The dentist removed the remaining teeth and made uppers which stay in place by suction but the lowers were different. The dentist implanted metal posts in the bone and the lower plate snaps onto the posts. Now, my teeth get cleaned while I sleep. They live in a cup with a denture cleaning tablet in it.
BTW, no more bubble gum, but Freedent, Trident and Dentine don't stick to my false teeth. Its also a good idea to avoid gooey candy, at least in public.
My parents were RVers. My folks bought a TT and traveled the country after my Dad retired. That sounded like a lot more fun to me than traveling around the country for the company I worked for, traveling in planes and rental cars and staying in motels where you had to keep your socks on to avoid sticking to the filthy carpet. And by golly, it was and still is.
I've stayed at Grizzly a couple of times. 3 blocks from the west gate and they have free coffee in the morning, at least when I was there. My advice is to set up camp before visiting YNP, then enter through the west gate early in the morning before the newcomers arrive to get their passes. I don't know if you still can, but I bought my National Parks pass at an American Express office in Cincinnati, before I ever left home. And I didn't need an American Express Card to do it.
Here's mine. I'm a single RVer, driving a 'C and pulling a Jeep toad. Although I have a bathroom on board, I have to park somewhere first. I pulled into a Wally World and parked in the back row since I need two pull through spaces. While I was using the bathroom, I heard noise next to me. When I finished, I looked out the side window. There was a guy that had rigged his Class 'B' with side doors open and a shower curtain attached between them. Buck naked, taking a shower.
I briefly considered blowing my horn while pulling away, but I waited until he was finished and dressed. I'm not sure it would have bothered him.
I'm an only child, never married, and its never bothered me. I may have some cousins somewhere, but I've probably outlived them as I'm now 70 and I was the youngest of the bunch.
My parents were part time RVers in a travel trailer after my Dad retired, and they kept in touch with letters. Sounded like fun. I was able to take early retirement because I could afford it. I still have my home, but I travel in a Class 'C' MH and pull a Jeep toad. Its a lot easier to drive the Jeep up to the MH by myself than backing a tow vehicle up to a trailer by myself.
My house was built to my specifications, and included low point water drains and a stand by generator. No worries about coming home to a freezer full of frozen, but spoiled, food or broken water pipes.
If I want to meet people at a CG, I've found that setting a couple of chairs under the awning with a cooler full of beer and pop between them seemed to be the answer. I've been in all the states but Washington and Oregon, including Alaska, and most of the provinces in Canada.
In my opinion, RVers are the friendliest bunch of folks around. We all have something in common, as well as things to see and do. And campgrounds and attractions to visit and some to NOT visit.
I've driven from Cincinnati to Florida several times, in a Class C pulling a Jeep toad. As you all know, the right lane exits and a new lane opens all the way to the left. Nobody wants to drive behind a MH, so they speed up to close the gap. Not fun. So one year I planned it to go thru Atlanta at 3 AM. Traffic was light until I ran into a traffic jam. When I was almost through, I went past the problem. Some guy had been in the jam for so long, he fell asleep in the left lane. No horns. Everyone just waited until they could merge and went on their way.
Now I go through Alabama to Pensacola, FL. and then head east to I-75. It doesn't save any time, but my blood pressure remains stable.
If you don't already have it, check out "www.weatherbase.com". You'll pass through high country on the way South. Its free, and shows monthly weather averages by city within each state, over several years. No guarantees, but you'll know what to pack and where to avoid. Enjoy.
Driver's license in 1962. Motorcycle license in 1964. My parents took the car away. Single engine Cessna airplane in 1970. Gave up flying about 4 years later. Expensive and inconvenient. I still needed a rental car and a motel room when I landed. Now I pull a Jeep Wrangler behind my class C MH. Thinking back on it, I should have stayed with my bicycle.
Since I've had DISH network at home since it was invented, I added an in motion satellite receiver on the roof of my 'C'. Stupid. For starters, I'm a single RVer, so I can't watch TV when I'm driving. Also, the DISH has to have a clear shot at the satellite, so no trees in the CG that blocks transmission. Besides, I overnight at CGs with water, electric, sewer and cable. I'd remove it, but there's a rather large hole in the roof for the wiring.
I thought that I'd at least get some use from it when I took a 4 month round trip to Alaska. But the curvature of the earth ruined that. So its still up there, but all it does is seal up the hole in the roof.