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A Page About My Hat
My hat and I go back a long way. So long, in fact,
that it seems as if I must have been born with the darn thing on.
It all started in a play in grade 10 or 11 and the hat was a part of the costume
I had to wear, I think. I picked it up in a Reitman's store for 3 bucks after it had been marked down
from 30. It soon became standard issue on my head as a means to separate myself
from the crowd. I am now recognised by friend and foe alike due to the hat on my head. When I take it off
I disappear, blend in, if you will. It is really quite remarkable.
The hat has been many places some less savoury than others. It has been lost repeatedly, left
behind in stores, restaurants and the like, yet it always returns to my head. The longest it has been missing
was the six weeks it spent playing mechanic on top of the engine, under the hood of my fiance's car.
I just about fell over when I found it.
I am now on hat #2 which looks exactly like hat #1 except less travelled. Number one has been
retired to live out it's days in peace, leaving it's younger brethren
to keep the rain off my head, the sun out of my eyes and enable all around me
to spot me coming a mile away.
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