What started as a childhood dream has finally come to fruition. In fall 2021, the idea gave way to the beginning of a legend. Days after Christmas, my wife and I entered into an agreement, one predicated on a simple wager: she (also my barber) would cut my hair into a mullet, but only until Groundhog Day 2022, at which point, if Ol’ Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow and winter was coming to an end, so too would be the fate of my mullet. However, if Phil did see his shadow, and winter was to continue 6 more weeks, my luscious locks would live to see those sweet sweet days as well. And so, the day came, and Phil predicted my mullet was destined to stay, and the rest, as they say, is history. Those next 6 weeks, as my mullet grew upon my head, it also grew upon my wife’s heart, and the legend was given a new lease on life. And now, nearly 2 years later, here we are, ready to rock the top mop as far as it’ll go. So, I’m gonna keep on keepin’ on while the going’s good.