So last night I'm doing some beard maintenance. I get the right side done, then the damn clipper seizes up. despite regular maintenance, it just stops. I take it apart, get it back together, nuthin. Throw it away. Go through the cabinet, get the old one. Nuthin. Throw it away. Go to the Closet O' Death (were I keep everything not organizable) grab the dog clipper. BUZZZZ... CLACK! Dead. Throw it away. So for the first time in some time, I have a clean shaven face. Did the initial whack down with scissors and a comb, then used the old brush and soap with an ancient Gillette DE razor. Took two blades, but now smooth as glass. My daughter stopped by for a bit and said "Dad, you look young...er". Kinda made my day. Sometimes it only takes a few kind words. Pretty exciting life eh?