Something has been missing in Milwaukee from some time. It was a Milwaukee institution for 30 years. But in August 2004, tragedy struck. Sure, we tried to fill the void with our Bronze Fonzes and our Milverines, but nothing could ever replace Mayor Barrett's iconic mustache. Spring just isn't the same without seeing the morning sun rise over Lake Michigan and reflect off of your glorious soup strainer. Summers have been missing the sound of children's laughter as they see your lip mop full of delicious Leon's frozen custard. Fall is as empty as the Park East corridor without the rustling of leaves across your majestic cookie duster. And winter feels colder than Allen Bradley reading -30 without your mouth brow warming your upper lip and also our hearts.

We beg of you, Mayor Barrett, bring back the 'stache and in doing so, restore the glory of this fair city.