If one clings long enough to some distinctive feature of their being and has the fortune, or misfortune, to live long enough then that person is likely to be found in the middle of the latest fad or trend. I bring that up noting some indications that the mustache is making a comeback.
As one who has had a mustache for probably 85-90 percent of his adult life, I must say that I never really knew that the mustache went away. But there particularly seems to be anticipation that mustaches will be the next big thing in our nation’s capital. Most of the Bushies were ‘stachless excepting John Bolton, who is just plain weird. 
One wonders that if a true mustache fad comes about what will the ‘stache du jour look like? Will it be the hairy anarchy of Yosemite Sam? Or perhaps the cheesy porn-star look of Mark Spitz in his Olympic swimming champion days? And the biggest question of all: will this be a true egalitarian-type fad in which women with — what has long been plain pesky — upper lip hair finally crash through one of the true glass ceilings?
Oh my.
There is no telling, as my Daddy used to say. And there sure the hell isn’t.