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I wore a cap for many years. I had them made for me by a man named Curly. (of Curly's Hat & Cap Shop in Hamilton Ontario) It was one of those caps known as a poorboy, newsboy or button cap. I found them very practical for keeping dust out of my hair, shading the sun from my eyes and for driving a Miata roadster but mostly I did it to hide my poker straight mop of hair. I broke the habit some years ago. As I get older my vanity diminishes to where I just don't GAS anymore. Besides, Curly has gone to that great haberdashery in the sky.
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What is good Phaedrus? and what is not good?, need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
Timothy F. Lewis
"If brains was lard, that boy couldn't grease a very big skillet" J.D. Clampett
The "Swarthy" up turned right side of,the brim is quite dashing! I might need to rework one of my felt cowboy hats that direction or maybe it's time for a new one!
I was out Friday evening in the big straw and as I was leaving a shop a fellow said :
"It takes B---S to wear a hat like that!"
Timothy F. Lewis
"If brains was lard, that boy couldn't grease a very big skillet" J.D. Clampett
It takes a little intestinal fortitude and a touch of hubris to wear any hat.
Here is a way to cope with the nightmare scenario. It may never happen, but if you are prepared, you can handle anything:
THEM: Who the heck do you think you are, wearing a hat like that?
ME: You don't know?
THEM: No, enlighten me, hat face.
ME: I'm the man that rode the mule around the world.
Then hit 'em with your mighty F#m chord and walk away.
OK, several people have made comments like that, and I'm not sure I understand. Do y'all live in a place where nobody wears hats of any kind? I see people of all stripes wearing hats every day. From ballcaps to flatcaps to cowboy hats. I could see where wearing an unusual or obscure type of hat (like, say, a tophat or a pith helmet) would cause staring from the public and perhaps require some intestinal fortitude. But just wearing a hat - any hat - doesn't seem like it necessarily makes any bold statements or seems out of the norm.
The only hat I don't wear in normal everyday life is a Balmoral bonnet. I have three of them, but I only wear them when I'm wearing a kilt. And I do get stared at, but not because of my hat!
Keep that skillet good and greasy all the time!
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No need for DNA samples; I know my family lineage back to Scotland. We are Kilpatricks of Clan Colquhoun (the kilt in my photo is a weathered Colquhoun tartan).
As for making a statement with hats, though, the clan crest cap badge is often a source of confusion to people who don't know the conventions. People are confused by a Balmoral in the first place, thinking it looks like a beret. And it only adds to their confusion when they see the cap badge with a motto in French. Despite the fact that a Balmoral bonnet is very comfortable (especially in cooler weather), I just get tired of explaining it when it's outside the context of wearing with a kilt. So I reserve it for when I'm attending a Highland Games or clan gathering.
Keep that skillet good and greasy all the time!
Personally, my favorite accessory is my sword-stick . . . it looks like a somewhat-ornate gentleman's walking stick, but when you twist the top, out comes a 12" sword. Someday, I'll find a way to use it as a prop on stage . . . .
Brass is a given if you play more than in your own corner of the room (that's NOT my corner though).
If you have the gumption to play on stage, more than likely you have the moxie to wear a hat. The guy at the shop followed his statement with, "I have four at home and I never wear them." I allowed that one to go unanswered. If you buy it wear it! In winter I wear a beret, or my large black cowboy hat to blow snow, tip the brim face down when working into the wind, tip head the other way when blowing with the wind. Never lost that hat yet!
Timothy F. Lewis
"If brains was lard, that boy couldn't grease a very big skillet" J.D. Clampett
I wear usually a bowler hat. I have worn a fez and also I wear (recently) a Stetson style with the side brims curled up.
Hats are cool and I feel naked without one.
I wear a white linen wide brim fedora, mainly to embarrass my teen daughter.
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I often wear a "Tarbouche" (usually called a Fez) when having a lovely plate of Chicken and chick peas cooked in a tagine.
The summer straw fedora will come out this week, perfect for country club gigs. Now, I need the gig!
Timothy F. Lewis
"If brains was lard, that boy couldn't grease a very big skillet" J.D. Clampett
When I am shearing sheep outside I sometimes wear a buff on my head to soak up the sweat and protect me from the sun.
On Saturday I couldn't be bothered going upstairs to find my buff so I grabbed a pair of (clean !!!!!) underpants and decided they would do the job fine and so I stuck them on my head and went off to shear. I didn't think anyone would see me but of course my neighbours turned up to ask me something.
Quite effective actually. From a distance you might well have thought it was some sort of Bedouin headgear.
I'm not sure I would walk down the street like that, but the sheep weren't worried.
David A. Gordon
THE DEATH OF THE HAT
by Billy Collins
Once every man wore a hat.
In the ashen newsreels,
the avenues of cities
are broad rivers flowing with hats.
The ballparks swelled
with thousands of strawhats,
brims and bands,
rows of men smoking
and cheering in shirtsleeves.
Hats were the law.
They went without saying.
You noticed a man without a hat in a crowd.
You bought them from Adams or Dobbs
who branded your initials in gold
on the inside band.
Trolleys crisscrossed the city.
Steamships sailed in and out of the harbor.
Men with hats gathered on the docks.
There was a person to block your hat
and a hatcheck girl to mind it
while you had a drink
or ate a steak with peas and a baked potato.
In your office stood a hat rack.
The day the war was declared
everyone in the street was wearing a hat
and they were wearing hats
when a ship loaded with men sank in the icy sea.
My father wore one to work every day
and returned home
carrying the evening paper,
the winter chill radiating from his overcoat.
But today we go bareheaded
into the winter streets,
stand hatless on frozen platforms.
Today the mailboxes on the roadside
and the spruce trees behind the house
wear cold white hats of snow.
Mice scurry from the stone walls at night
in their thin fur hats
to eat the birdseed that has spilled.
And now my father, after a life of work,
wears a hat of earth,
and on top of that,
A lighter one of cloud and sky--a hat of wind.
If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can read this in English, thank a vet.
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