Rawhide

The acquisition parade continues: I have a cowboy hat.

Someone once told me that no matter where you go in a cowboy hat, people will talk to you and things will happen. So far, all I've done in the hat is go to a bookstore and a café.

The bookseller said, "It's nice to see cowboy hats around here," and gave me a discount. The waiter said, "I like your hats. Those are great." (The friend drinking tea with me was wearing a new Panama hat. Neither of us knew where to put our hats on the table. That wisdom must come with time.)

Two for two! I'm not sure how often I'll feel like wearing it around, but I guess I should be ready to chat with the locals when I do.

rollin', rollin', rollin'