It’s that time of year again. For one solid month, men can hark back to the days of their ancestors when the weather wasn’t held at bay by doors and windows, when deer were more likely to be stalked and impaled on a handmade arrow than get run over in traffic, when the seas teemed with life and the skies shone bright and blue, when the plains were wide and broad, when the beer flowed like wine and men were thirsty, when razors didn’t exist and a beard was a BEARD! It’s BEARDUARY!