-A little about yourself.

My name is Cedric Quick. I’ve been called an extremist because of my passion to be number 1 and give all I have to whatever my interest is at the time. The problem is those interests change and I’ve become a jack of all trade. I’m still searching for the one thing that I will master and never shy away from.

I’m a loving father and husband that enjoys the journeys and lessons of life.  I believe everyday is an opportunity to get better and make my family proud.  FOE

-What pushed you to start growing and maintaining your beard? 

First off, my father rocked the beard.  I’ve always wanted to let it grow and see where it goes, but I was concerned about how I would be perceived.  Then I said f**k it…

-Who inspires you to be great?

Again, my family and friends inspire me to be and do more than anyone ever imagined. 

-What advice can you give anyone who’s trying to grow or keep their beard healthy? 

Have favorable genetics, stop putting blades to it, and “Mane The F*** UP”

-What’s one quote that you live by daily? 

"Be yourself  #nuffsaid"

Another personal favorite quote:  “Aint no fun when the rabbit got the gun”

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The campus of Western State Hospital, early on a foggy morning.  I was in town to shoot a pilot for a television show which would basically be the antidote to ghost-hunting shows; we’d go into historic abandoned buildings and discuss their actual histories instead of pretending to be scared by pipes shifting.  Sadly, the pilot was never picked up.  But I had a great time shooting this 1828 asylum campus!

You know you’re in the South when… First light broke over Staunton, VA, one morning in early March of 2011.  And there I was, with my partner at the time and my favorite exploring buddy (amyheiden) in one of the long wards in the Wheary Building, stripped of its low partitions, but staring out of a window - the bottom frame askance - at the Stonewall Jackson Hotel.  The Wheary Building was the ward for patients at Western State Hospital that were on suicide watch; very little privacy was accorded, due to the previously high rate of self-harm at this asylum.  When it was converted into a prison, the partitions were removed altogether.  Guard booths were installed, and it became a common dorm - ironically enough, for the least troublesome prisoners.

The Stonewall Jackson Hotel would appear in my life just a little over a year later.  NBC was pitching a show where three people - myself included - would go into abandoned buildings.  But instead of pretending to find ghosts, we would talk about history!  Brilliant, right?  A VP of development over there asked me if I knew any hotels in town worth staying in.  Boy, did this photograph pop back into my head!  For two nights, we stayed in the Stonewall Jackson Hotel, filming a teaser pilot for a show that interested exactly no networks.  Apparently, a bunch of young people with sexy haircuts pretending to be afraid of creaking pipes sells better than serious historians, anthropologists, and sociologists poking around old buildings and talking about things that actually exist.  But man, did we enjoy some wonderful steak there!

I’ve seen the Stonewall Jackson Hotel once since then; a little over a year later, I walked beside a beautiful woman (hi raynetupelo) down the streets of Staunton after a day shooting inside of one of them.  We stopped inside a wonderful Southern antique store, where I procured an old medicine box with some delicious type set on the front.  We ate at one of the few restaurants open that day - a nice little Mexican joint with some vegan options and a rockin’ tortilla soup.  Sadly, we didn’t make our way to the lobby of the Stonewall Jackson, though - we didn’t have time to check out its motley collection of relics from the Civil War, and its rather silly homages to a brilliant military commander done in by his own troops.  We headed back home, the Stonewall Jackson fading into pleasant memory, as the asylum it looked upon has faded into the collective memory as it has been slowly converted into condominiums.

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Tilda Swinton, as Orlando, reading in library in the 1992 film based on Virginia Woolf’s novel Orlando: A Biography.

Queen Elizabeth I, on her deathbed, promises an androgynous young nobleman named Orlando a large tract of land and a castle built on it along with a generous monetary gift which she will only bequeath to him if he consents to her command, “Do not fade. Do not wither. Do not grow old.”