Women in church still wear them. Some rock stars. A few eccentrics here and there, but who am I kidding? Hats are an endangered species. My friends tell me I need to find another profession, but I just tell them they’d look good in a well-made hat. They shake their heads at me, like I’m the crazy one. Hats are all I know or care about. I’ve got hundreds of them in my home. I think archeologists in the future will find my house, filled with hats, and think: Those were some amazing people back then. They had style.
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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