At this time in Calgary, most of the leaves have fallen but the snow rarely sticks. It falls and melts and falls and melts. Or the snowplows come by and turn it into that salty gravel mush that accumulates on the sides of our streets and walkways. It’s a necessary urban evil, I know, but it’s a bit visually uninspiring. Most years, we are left with for our eleventh month is bare and grey. Over the past few years, we have something to look forward to in November. Yes, people, I’m talking about moustaches.