EVEN-STEVEN
One of the Regulars
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Hello everyone. New guy, here. Name is Steven. Been floating on the ceiling for a few months, eavesdropping. I am the custodian of approximately twenty previously-owned 7 3/8 – 7 1/2 vintage lids. I’ve picked up much useful hat-data from those assembled, for which I am grateful. I’ve been waiting for just the right opportunity to chime in. It finally happened last night.
I sat bolt upright in bed at 3 A.M. – startled out of deep, deep slumber by a bone-chilling chorus of eerie, echoing, other-worldly voices:
“Give us…. back our…. hats… we want…. our hats….. back…..!”
As the out-of-work sailor once said, it scared me ship-less. Just a dream, you say? Perhaps not. Think about how attached you are to your beloved vintage fedoras. Now imagine how the original owners must feel – watching us hatless from beyond the veil as we claim their property as our own, posing like peacocks for pictures and primping in the mirror… steaming, brushing and bashing their little darling fedorables to our heart’s content. How would you feel if someone copped your lid? Or should I say… how WILL you feel?
Sleep tight tonight, my friends.
I love to speculate on the history of my fedoras. I have a 50’s era Dobbs Twenty originally purchased at Sachs Brothers in Hibbing, Minnesota. I wonder if my Dobbs ever passed little Bobby Zimmerman walking down the street.
Anyway – thanks for having me. Check you cats later. I need to go perform an exorcism on my Barbisio.
I sat bolt upright in bed at 3 A.M. – startled out of deep, deep slumber by a bone-chilling chorus of eerie, echoing, other-worldly voices:
“Give us…. back our…. hats… we want…. our hats….. back…..!”
As the out-of-work sailor once said, it scared me ship-less. Just a dream, you say? Perhaps not. Think about how attached you are to your beloved vintage fedoras. Now imagine how the original owners must feel – watching us hatless from beyond the veil as we claim their property as our own, posing like peacocks for pictures and primping in the mirror… steaming, brushing and bashing their little darling fedorables to our heart’s content. How would you feel if someone copped your lid? Or should I say… how WILL you feel?
Sleep tight tonight, my friends.
I love to speculate on the history of my fedoras. I have a 50’s era Dobbs Twenty originally purchased at Sachs Brothers in Hibbing, Minnesota. I wonder if my Dobbs ever passed little Bobby Zimmerman walking down the street.
Anyway – thanks for having me. Check you cats later. I need to go perform an exorcism on my Barbisio.