Movember. The one time that men (or women, I'm all for equality) can wear that greasy rug on their upper lip and get away with it. Mustaches. You were there when we needed to save that little extra morsel of lunch for later. You were the unwritten code of knowing who the boss is. You were the difference between an Italian man and just a regular guy who uses hand gestures a lot. But most importantly, you were there to protect us from the harshness of the winter in West Coast Canada.
Brr...
