How many hats can one man own? Turns out the count is 30. Last I was told.

This guy wears hats. Sometimes he even needs one. It does get cold here in the Great Lake State. Stormy Kromer hats? He probably has about eight.

Anyway, the GG puts a hat on every time he goes outside and often wears one even in the house. I don’t bother to tell him that wearing a hat inside the house (if you are a man) is sorta verboten. Or at least it used to be back in the “white glove”, “no white clothing after Labor Day” era. I was a child in that era and I did have white gloves to wear to church and such. The Commander tried to raise me “properly” but her lessons didn’t really stick. She was trying to fit into Sault Ste. Siberia as a young wife and mother and part of that was teaching us kids how to behave, etc. And then the 1960s hit and all hell broke loose everywhere. In the end, The Comm became a greatly loved and respected member of the community on her own partly because she didn’t exactly subscribe to all those old social rules and eventually kicked back a bit. My dad picked a good gal on the banks of the Red Cedar River. My words are gonna trail off here for today, because I’m talking about the GG’s hat “collection” today.

So, about three times a week, the GG will be rummaging all over the place. I ask, “What ARE you doing?” and he replies, “Looking for my hat!” Well. Which hat, just for one thing?

Apparently today was the day to rummage the Landfill collecting all of his hats and gathering them together. Maybe he could donate some of them? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have lice.

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