My Father's Mustache is a tumblr blog of vintage mustache shots, which got me thinking about all the old pictures of Matt, Jay and Ken (to my knowledge, Grandpa Erv never had a mustache). Mine's always part of my beard, except during those brief, confused moments between the accidental overtrim and the totally bald face (how do ladies do it? It's so cold!).
I mean, seriously, this guy (and the house he's in) could be in some old album lying around in North Riverside.