The Caps

 Everywhere I look I see men wearing ball caps.  I wonder why.  Husbandman doesn't wear a ball cap and frankly I'm very pleased about that.  It's not that I don't like the baseball cap look.  It's just I'd like to see a wider range in society's headgear. Enough with the constant caps.  Would it kill you people to put on a fedora or a cowboy hat?    Patti Smith made mention of her watch cap several times in her memoir, which as you recall was an important book for me.  I wondered several times about watch caps while I read.  I didn't know until now that a watch cap is a knit cap similar to those worn by seamen while on watch.

At this moment, I'm feeling annoyed.  Not just about hats.  About life in general. During my lunch break, I had a tense phone call with my dad about racism in America.  I know better than to talk to my dad about this, but I did it again and now I'm in a bad mood.  If one person could walk in to this coffee shop with an interesting hat, I swear I would pull out of it and write for the rest of the afternoon in a spirit of good cheer. I love my dad and I need to remember to change topics before tension rises.  Maybe I'll ask my dad whether he would prefer a fedora or a cowboy hat next time a topic from the news comes up in our chats.  He's not much of a hat guy, but a focus on a neutral topic could be a game changer for both of us.