Before my ten day vacation at Bethany Beach on the Delaware shore, my business partner, Angelo, had filled me with trepidation at the upcoming exposure of my hirsute charms to the unsuspecting denizens of that seaside community. You see, Angelo vacations at some pretty up-scale resorts, thanks to his wizardry at amassing frequent-anything points (he is in fact, so good, that I have nicknamed him “Pointdexter” in recognition of his skills). In any case, a few days before my departure Angelo had called me from the Florida resort where he was vacationing, to warn me of the changing standards for up-scale males in America. This came about from insights gleaned when he showed up at his hotel’s swimming-pool one afternoon, only to find himself the object of many furtive glances and whispers, as if some serial killer whose picture had been repeatedly flashed on TV, had suddenly appeared poolside. Angelo eventually realized that his notoriety was due to the fact that, in his own words, “I was the only guy under 60 with any hair on my body!” It turns out that manscaping has gone mainstream in America…well at least with the up-scale crowd and their acolytes.

Imagine my relief when I set foot on Bethany Beach that first afternoon and realized that while body-hair might not be “in”, at least it wasn’t completely “out” either. I am pleased to report that Sasquatch Lives! At least on Bethany Beach. My own response to the manscaping phenomenon is this: Sean Connery is still James Bond to me, and I don’t remember him coming out of the ocean with Ursula Andress looking like a seal….more like an Scotch Terrier, I think.

Sasquatch on the beach

Sasquatch polishing off a dozen giant Blue Point crabs. Note the speed with which he is moving…he is almost a blur.