Medical science had decreed a hat to shield against the sun and its skin-damaging rays, for I am pale as bleached cotton and wary of obituaries. But how can dermatological wisdom overcome my outsized head and small sense of fashion?
- Bucket hats make me look like lost tourist.
- Baseball caps seem ineffective at protecting the back of my neck.
- The cowboy hat would suit me fine if I had ridden a horse since the 1980s. Even then, Red The Horse knew what was on his back and took his time not so much walking as sauntering casually.
- The flat conical hat chiefly known to me from Asia looked very practical and protective, but on me just didn't look right.
I approached with longing and skepticism, for I had been disappointed before. The Kavu store on Delridge had a fine hat but "Large" was their maximum size; "Strangely Huge" was on the menu nowhere.
But holy cow! this hat fit like a well-worn glove [if a glove fit on my head and protected against the sun.] Hooray for me! And ha-ha on you, solar skin damage!
I must mention that the staff was delightful. Our conversation ranged from Minnie Pearl (whose hat also had a price tag dangling from it) to Minnie Driver ("Good Will Hunting" is such a fine movie) and it was almost a disappointment that my quest had ended so quickly.
It's a life lesson, I suppose, in the value of taking a different route home every now and then.
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