Sitting with my child bride on the plaza yesterday while she peddled her tasty pastries, a fierce rain fell, as it’s prone to do in late June, and the temperature dropped precipitously.
It was quite cool, and I realized my hat was not right.
It was a straw, and I needed a felt.
Over 7,000 feet closer.
I’ve had skin cancer more than 25 times, literally, not melanoma but the calmer kind known as basal cell carcinoma. Nothing much happens with that kind of skin cancer unless you ignore it, so every time I have to get it cut off and biopsied.
It’s quite a nuisance, plus an expense. As a younger man, I often went about half naked in the Southern sun, and now I am paying the price.
Hanging on my hat rack are two Tardans, one Columbia, one Jaxon, a Golden Gate, and three others, which are nonentities.
Tardan is a fine Mexican company (since 1847) that makes quality stuff. I have a black felt I bought in a department store in the state capital, and a brown felt I purchased at Tardan’s home base on the Zócalo in Mexico City.
My favorite is the Columbia, which I bought at Academy Sporting Goods years ago in San Antonio, Texas. It looks like a straw, but it’s 87% paper, 13% polyester. Yep, a paper hat, but you’d never know looking at it.
The Jaxon is an old straw that’s a bit smallish, but I wear it around the neighborhood. The Golden Gate is brown felt, and the most versatile of the entire lot. I don’t much like how it looks, but other people do, so . . .
The oldest of them all is a huge straw I bought at WalMart in Clayton, Georgia, almost a decade ago. I wear it entirely in the yard now because my wife gets embarrassed if it heads out the gate on my noggin.
I also own two sombreros. They are never worn because a Gringo in a sombrero looks like a dang fool.
Or worse, a tourist.