Sometimes stuff just happens. My favorite hat is a black drivers hat that I wear most of the time in the winter. I wore it on this trip. I should say I wore it at the start of this trip. Somehow I lost it on the plane between Minneapolis and Washington. I may have left it in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me.
When we got to Gettysburg I decided to get a new hat. We went to Walmart and I picked out a black hat. It was not a driver's hat but it would do. It actually looks like a SWAT team cap or a black army ranger cap. I will count it as my souvenir from Gettysburg. (I also bought a model of a mortar since I was a mortarman when I was in the army)
When we got to Washington David started to pester me to get a drivers hat like the one I lost. There are hat stores here and I am sure I could buy one for a hundred bucks or so. But cheapskate that I am, my five dollar Walmart special will have to do.
Today David and I were walking down the sidewalk between the Air and Space Museum and the National Art Museum. I looked down and there was a gray hat, a beret. David told me to put it on, so I did. He said it looked good, but I was not so sure. I put it in my coat pocket and donned my black ranger cap.
On the way back to our motel we were waiting at a bus stop. I tried out the hat again. This time I put it on over my black cap. David said I looked cool. I had him take a picture of me with my camera. I thought I looked like a 1970s pimp. There was a young Black woman sharing the bus stop with us. She was making every effort to ignore us. I showed her the hat and asked her if it was a man's hat or a woman's hat. She said that most of the time a beret is worn by a woman, but she had known some men who wore them. "Yes," I thought, "but what kind of men?". I put the hat back into my pocket. Later as David and I got off the bus I said to her, "Thanks for the advice on the hat." She did not even look up from her phone. "No problem."
When we got to Gettysburg I decided to get a new hat. We went to Walmart and I picked out a black hat. It was not a driver's hat but it would do. It actually looks like a SWAT team cap or a black army ranger cap. I will count it as my souvenir from Gettysburg. (I also bought a model of a mortar since I was a mortarman when I was in the army)
When we got to Washington David started to pester me to get a drivers hat like the one I lost. There are hat stores here and I am sure I could buy one for a hundred bucks or so. But cheapskate that I am, my five dollar Walmart special will have to do.
Today David and I were walking down the sidewalk between the Air and Space Museum and the National Art Museum. I looked down and there was a gray hat, a beret. David told me to put it on, so I did. He said it looked good, but I was not so sure. I put it in my coat pocket and donned my black ranger cap.
On the way back to our motel we were waiting at a bus stop. I tried out the hat again. This time I put it on over my black cap. David said I looked cool. I had him take a picture of me with my camera. I thought I looked like a 1970s pimp. There was a young Black woman sharing the bus stop with us. She was making every effort to ignore us. I showed her the hat and asked her if it was a man's hat or a woman's hat. She said that most of the time a beret is worn by a woman, but she had known some men who wore them. "Yes," I thought, "but what kind of men?". I put the hat back into my pocket. Later as David and I got off the bus I said to her, "Thanks for the advice on the hat." She did not even look up from her phone. "No problem."
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