The Panama hat goes back in the closet.

Yes, this is the time of year when I can no longer wear a white hat or white shoes without violating good taste.  It seems like a shame to me, and I may go ahead and violate when we leave for the Blues Cruise in October.  I suppose I could switch to a brown or gray straw, but I don't have one--that could be a good thing, though, because I do love getting a new hat.

My wife Ann bought me all my good hats, except the two I had made in Phoenix.  She's in Flagstaff now, and doesn't have much interest in wearing hats herself.  She's a practical girl, and a hoodie will do for her.  She likes to move rocks around in the backyard, even though she's 5'2" and 112 lb.  I hate doing it, and I'm 6'2" and 195.  I'd rather play the piano or cook or something that most likely won't make me sweat.