Over the last four years, countless people have asked me about my beard or moustache, and to try to explain this place to them is nearly impossible. But I have to assume most or all of you understand exactly what I feel, without my saying any words about it. What's on my face is a surprisingly small and unimportant piece of what this place is about, even if it’s “the point” of the event. It’s not the point. You guys are the point. We’re the point.
I’ll miss this place. A lot. But the website isn’t what makes us a great community. We are. We have to stop growing moustaches and beards on the internet, but we don’t have to stop being awesome. Let’s not.
If you’re in North Alabama, come find us. Our house is small, but we’re in it. When I’m in your town, I’ll be looking for you. Let me buy you a beer.
The End. (But not really.)
P.S. Love y’all.