Ooooooold Stetson bowler today that I picked up at a flea market way upstate NY. The sweat was in horrible shape (it was almost entirely gone actually) so Art fixed it up for me a number of years back.
I still can’t have any alcohol, antibiotics you see, but this morning’s coffee went well with my antique Stetson bowler. I am identifying as Irish today. Made a humongous Shepherd’s Pie, some soda bread farls, a sourdough and some various things. Now I’m waiting for the kid outside her swim...
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