This is the last picture I know of where I'm clean shaven. Spring 1985.
I apologize in advance for the tie. At least it's my clan tartan.
To my right is Robert Curlee, whom I have to thank for first introducing me to UNIX. Rob was a Christian Scientist stoner. It used to really annoy me that he wouldn't take aspirin when he was sick... but he'd come back to the dorm room reeking of pot. I mean, honestly. Shouldn't he just be able to pray himself high?