The first electric beard trimmer that I remember buying came from a store in Northgate Mall in Durham; that one lasted through my doctoral program and my jobs in Florida and New Jersey, about twelve years. I had to buy a new one two or three years ago here in Evanston; that one quit about three weeks ago. I bought a replacement at the drugstore on Monday, and it never even started.
If I seem especially shaggy for the next interval, it’s because someone seems to be trying to tell me something.