SEATTLE — I am wearing a fedora! I felt a giddy confidence as I walked — nay, strode — from the hat shop downtown. I searched the faces of people I passed, hoping one might give me an insider’s ...
My father, like many of his generation, wore a hat anytime he was outside. He didn’t do it because, like for me, a doctor told him that high altitude sun on a mostly bald head could lead to skin ...
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