Thought I'd post this here since I need some sort of therapy...
Friday night I took my girlfriend out for New Years celebration in style. I wore my '39 dated brown double breasted suit along with my late 40's chocolate brown Mallory fedora, she her 40's black evening gown. My Mallory was a real steal, i paid $30 for it last summer and it was in mint condition, in my size.
Went to dinner then clubbing. Storms had rolled in with gale force winds that had gusts of up to 60 mph. Walking back to my vehicle, I was doing great. I've worn hats for 40 years and learned how to avoid calamities in high winds, but high rise buildings caused some irregular backdrafts. My fedora got sucked off my head like a goblin had snatched it. I clawed into the air wildly only to feel my last touch of that luxurious felt as it disappeared into the night. In anger and agony I wandered the street for 20 minutes in the pouring wind and rain desperately searching for my beloved Mallory, but to no avail. I would have gladly chased it down the street like a fool chasing a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...except there was no rainbow. I even went back to the area Saturday morning and found several umbrellas and baseball caps. Even found a paper "HAPPY NEW YEAR" topper, but no Mallory (which surely proves there is no justice in the world).
So there is my sad tale of woe to begin the new year. I can only hope that it is not a harbinger of the year to come for me.
R.I.P. to my Mallory
Friday night I took my girlfriend out for New Years celebration in style. I wore my '39 dated brown double breasted suit along with my late 40's chocolate brown Mallory fedora, she her 40's black evening gown. My Mallory was a real steal, i paid $30 for it last summer and it was in mint condition, in my size.
Went to dinner then clubbing. Storms had rolled in with gale force winds that had gusts of up to 60 mph. Walking back to my vehicle, I was doing great. I've worn hats for 40 years and learned how to avoid calamities in high winds, but high rise buildings caused some irregular backdrafts. My fedora got sucked off my head like a goblin had snatched it. I clawed into the air wildly only to feel my last touch of that luxurious felt as it disappeared into the night. In anger and agony I wandered the street for 20 minutes in the pouring wind and rain desperately searching for my beloved Mallory, but to no avail. I would have gladly chased it down the street like a fool chasing a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...except there was no rainbow. I even went back to the area Saturday morning and found several umbrellas and baseball caps. Even found a paper "HAPPY NEW YEAR" topper, but no Mallory (which surely proves there is no justice in the world).
So there is my sad tale of woe to begin the new year. I can only hope that it is not a harbinger of the year to come for me.
R.I.P. to my Mallory
