The Hat

It’s hot down here in Texas on the Gulf Coast. And by hot, I mean really hot. In fact, it could be ridiculously hot. It just feels like home to me.

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Because of the sun, I’ve been wearing a lot of hats. I received a nice one from a Montana fellow named Ralph (Ralph is a gentleman, but he’d never let on as he has a reputation at stake.). The hat is turquoise, some kind of synthetic, and has a nice cinching strap to help keep it on. I used it for about six weeks in Montana, then took it with me on the four-week survival course in Utah. Since some of the previous blog photos came out, it has been retired.

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I have taken to wearing a Stetson I picked up in a local cowboy shop. I wanted something a bit stiffer that also had decent ventilation. It’s a comfortable fit and now gives me full reign to wear starched shirts and say in a slow drawl “That’ll be the day.” My mom laments the transformation, but I tell her she’s missing the big picture. When pressed what I mean by ‘big,’ I tell her that I meant to say ‘last.’

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If you’ve got such a hat, then wear it proud. There really is something to it, as you might be able to ascertain from my mug shot below.

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Until next time, cowboys and girls…