I have a few hats. These are fedoras, fedora-like, or started life as fedoras. Dunno how these allgot sideways.
The Moose River on the left gets a little snug if I don’t wear it for a while. I really should have it cleaned and blocked.
The orange one from Orvis was a gift from a woman who bought it for her husband, but it was too large. A year later, she had not returned it, and was embarrassed to do so, so she gave it to me.
The brown WW one looked like an Indiana Jones fedora, a gift from a colleague. I thought the look was tired, so I changed the roll. I forget what they call the Smokey look.
The grey Borsalino was already pretty beat up when I found it in a thrift store. There wasn’t much left of the Homburg-style roll, so I made a stab at a Montana roll. My buddy calls it my hat that looks like a vagina.
The $6.00 paper straw stingy brim absorbs a lot of sweat in the summer. It has held up remarkably well over ten years of hard use. This one and the Borsalino get the most wear.
I started wearing hats a lot after I discovered that the kids on my school bus took direction better if I wore a hat.
