I Heart Harry ...

Harry's had my heart ... Since I've been a little girl ... «sigh» It was never a choice for me, really. My dad and my brother - two men I loved dearly and miss deeply - were always "bears" and I never gave it much thought. But they were surely the basis of my life-long love affair with hairy men. And Barry Gibb . . . First , the music of Saturday Night Fever and, I swear -- even though I don't specifically remember it -- I must have watched the Music for UNICEF concert in 1979 'cuz THAT's the Barry Gibb I love -- SHAZAAAAAM!!! Sheweee . . . For-EVA!! I was the ONLY girl among my friends that wanted a mountain man ... I am comforted to see that I am not alone in my attraction ... Now, I'm blessed to be married to my handsome, bearded husband who has shown me the meaning of true love and graciously endured not being "allowed" to shave his chin for the last fifteen years!! But, this 'ol girl ain't blind!! I appreciate beauty in MANY forms, but the sexsy, bearded fellow must be my favorite .... «sigh» Age is unimportant and irrelevant ... or historical time frames. Beautiful, handsome men come in ALL ages and can be found in our past as well as our present. So, this blog is intended to be a celebration of life, a gracious look at one of the many gifts bestowed upon our short time here on this earth ... I'd like to think of it as the "Good Lord's Guide to the Gift of the Art of the Hairy Male" and I am your Tour Guide ....