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I see, I see. Said the blind man to his deaf daughter as he picked up his hammer and saw; but he still coudn't see.
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For three minutes on a sidewalk in the snow folks from different generations had a conversation about hats.
Last weekend, I travelled to LA for a conference; I was the only fedora wearer among 1000 people--beside a videographer who wear a wool stingy the whole time. Anyway, I heard the full gamut of comments, from the snide to the nice.
The best moment came, however, on a Sunday morning field trip to the First AME church, where folks were wonderfully hospitable--and where they know from wearing hats. I was wearing a vintage Borsalino, and as I walked out with my group after the service, this lady, dressed to the nines herself, said to me, "Son, you are wearing that hat." I said, with a broad grin, "Thank you, ma'am."
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James,
A gift for you. I've always liked this one.
Sitting on the shuttle bus from BWI to the Amtrak station for the ride down to D.C., a smartly dressed African American woman boards and as she walks to a seat she says without turning "I love that hat." The young fellow sitting next to me in a Detroit Tigers baseball cap says "thanks." After he exits I leaned over to the woman who was a few seats away and said "I think you might have been sending that compliment in my direction... thank you." She gave me a big smile. It was one of those sweet moments that breaks an otherwise silent commute.
I couldn't tell what it was. But it sounded approving, at least!
Today while at the Mall, a group of teens walked by, wearing the usual flat-billed caps, and their pants sweeping the floor. As we passed, one of them kept saying, "Nice hat! That's a nice hat! Did you see his hat! Nice hat!" Made my day
A few days ago I was tired and hungry after being on the road all day so I pulled off the highway to get something to eat at a McDonalds. This was in a rather tough part of town known for drug dealing and other problems but the restaraunt was on the access road and I just wanted to eat something quick and get home. I was wearing an old Stetson Open Road in a cattleman's crease with the front brim snapped down. I definitely looked out of place because all the other men and boys in the restaurant were wearing baggy pants and ball caps on backwards or sideways. I noticed a rather large and intimidating guy across the room staring at me. He was squinting and had this look on his face like he was mad for some reason. At first I didn't think much about it but he kept staring without changing his facial expression. I started feeling a little uncomfortable but finished my meal and went to throw the trash away. When I turned around he was standing a couple of feet behind me. It startled me he was so close but I didn't say anything. He just stared at me for a few seconds, then finally smiled and said "Man, your hat is bad a$$!". Somewhat relieved, I thanked him and walked out to my truck.