Two weeks ago, a Drakes Bay puff de-crowned me of my beloved hat and brimmed companion. It danced on the lifelines for a few seconds and I hesitated, so it went for a swim. Rescuing a hat in those conditions was not looking good, so I said my goodbye and eulogy.
This Saturday, I got a call from a surf fisherman in Pacifica who was wearing it. Luckily it was marked with my name and number. A habit I got from my Army Dad who labelled even his socks and underwear in civilian life. And my wife thinks I am weirdo for labelling everything.
This Saturday, I got a call from a surf fisherman in Pacifica who was wearing it. Luckily it was marked with my name and number. A habit I got from my Army Dad who labelled even his socks and underwear in civilian life. And my wife thinks I am weirdo for labelling everything.