this morning #1970.

this morning, i woke up, peed & made my way downstairs to the kitchen. when i got there, as usual, dad was sitting at his regular spot at the table. morning paper with a coffee & a plate of toast & eggs. totally normal but for one major difference. had to hold back a laugh at the fact that dad was sporting an absolutely absurd bucket hat. didn’t want to be the one to shame his bold new fashion choice but, as his son, of course i had to ask. “so dad…what’s with the hat?” without looking up from his paper, he explained that he’d been coaxed into the hat store at the mall by a lovely woman. twenty minutes later, under her spell, he walked out with the hat. radical departure from his typical style. too embarrassed to take it back.