Actually, it’s not Art I did it for. I don’t even know anybody named Art. I did it for Val. She’s the director of Twelve Angry Men at State College Community Theatre’s Boal Barn Playhouse. I’m one of the angry men.
The play is set in the ’50s, and Val decided, therefore, the facial hair must go. All of it. Even the mustache.
Now, I’ve shaved the beard before, as recently as last fall. But the mustache is older than several of my fellow cast members. It’s been there, perched on the upper lip, since the late ’70s. Now it’s gone. And it’s quite a shock when I look in the mirror.
I’m not alone in this: my buddy Jeff Brown had to do the same thing, and he had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the razor as well. We both knew, going in, that this would be the deal. But it seems less traumatic when it’s still a few weeks off.
So there’s an enticement: come see the show at the Boal Barn Playhouse, and see Jeff Brown and Steve Biddle with no beards. Okay, so maybe that won’t be such a big draw. But it’s going to be a very good show… so get your tickets today! Don’t let our sacrifice be in vain.