Happy Father's Day to all of you Pops out there.
I encourage you to share a story about your own dad...and maybe his favorite hat.
My tale is simple enough. Back in the "Wonder Years", my dad was a plant manager at a medium sized rope mill in Philadelphia. Clearly, his days were long and challenging. There was often a gruffness as he returned home from the office and swept through the back door with a grumbled "I'm home." Yet, whatever his mood, he always displayed the ritual of carefully placing his fedora among his other hats along the upper shelf of the hall closet. The arrangement always reminded me of the hat check room at some thirties dinner club as shown in countless classic films.
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God bless him, my dad is ninety-three and traveling out from Philly to visit me in Los Angeles next week. No, he won't be wearing the fedora. I've asked. He has no idea what became of it. Perhaps one of you is wearing it today.
I encourage you to share a story about your own dad...and maybe his favorite hat.
My tale is simple enough. Back in the "Wonder Years", my dad was a plant manager at a medium sized rope mill in Philadelphia. Clearly, his days were long and challenging. There was often a gruffness as he returned home from the office and swept through the back door with a grumbled "I'm home." Yet, whatever his mood, he always displayed the ritual of carefully placing his fedora among his other hats along the upper shelf of the hall closet. The arrangement always reminded me of the hat check room at some thirties dinner club as shown in countless classic films.
http://memoryanddesire.typepad.com/blog/images/2008/01/24/021867.jpg
God bless him, my dad is ninety-three and traveling out from Philly to visit me in Los Angeles next week. No, he won't be wearing the fedora. I've asked. He has no idea what became of it. Perhaps one of you is wearing it today.