Shirtless in December

We're having a spell of unseasonably warm temperatures in my part of the country, and lots of guys are eagerly taking advantage of the opportunity to go shirt-free.  I'm enjoying watching runners and bicyclists going by sans shirts on the path behind my apartment building, and from my vantage point on the 15th floor I can also see shirtless fellas playing on the tennis courts.  A nice little oasis of bare chest weather in the middle of winter.  Let's hope there's more to come!

Red hot redheads

One thing about gingers - when they're hot, they're very, VERY hot.

Shirtless dads

My dad set something of a shirtless example.  He wasn't a full-time barechester by any means, but he had no qualms about doing yard work, and occasionally going out in public, without a shirt. 

I remember one time when I was a kid - Dad was in a t-shirt and shorts, sweating up a storm while struggling to extricate a tree stump in the front yard.  Our neighbor across the street came over without a shirt and proceeded to help my father, who immediately removed his own shirt.  It was the first time I was struck by the idea that the power of example could entice others to take their shirts off.

In retrospect, I kinda wish my father had been more pro-active in encouraging me to go shirtless, so I might not have been so shy about it for so long.  I have a sneaking suspicion that if my mother had not been in the picture, Dad would have gone bare-chested a lot more often.  At least I can be grateful that I inherited my hairy chest from him.

How about you?  Did you have a shirtless dad?