The Hat

As I mentioned previously, the boys and I took a quick trip to Colorado this week. While we were strolling around the Pearl Street Mall one afternoon, I noticed a cart piled high with a variety of hats. I decided to take a look and see if I could find something to keep the sun off my face while I lounge at the pool this summer.

To the hubby's surprise, he found a hat that caught his eye. Behold, the hubby's new fedora...


He promptly popped it on top of his head and we continued our stroll through Boulder. As we walked, a funny thing happened. The hubby swears that people were noticeably more friendly while he was wearing the hat.

Coincidence? He thinks not.

My hubby is a genuinely kind and gentle man, however, his outward appearance is a little on the imposing side. The addition of the hat has apparently transformed his formerly gruff persona into a more stately and gentlemanly demeanor.

I think the fedora really suits the hubby. It seems to play off his Italian roots. Come to think of it, maybe that's why people are being so nice... With a cigar in his mouth, the hubby looks strangely like he belongs in the mob.

I guess that makes him the godfather of Ha-ville.