Earlier in the week I left the house without a cover – that is to say a hat. At the time I didn’t know I’d be spending nearly eight-hours outside under the sun.
So I decided to hustle across the parking lot from where I was having Mary’s car repaired to the Goodwill Bargain Bin store. I figured they’d have to have a baseball cap or something along those lines to help me keep my head from getting sunburned.
But they didn’t have a single cap on hand. Instead, I ended up getting an old beaten-to-death cowboy-style hat for a buck – since it was better than nothing.
Though after seeing my refection in a window and thinking I looked ‘plain goofy,’ it got the job done. And I’ve since decided to keep it after finding on inside the hat, embossed in the leather sweat band, “Ponderosa Ranch, Lake Tahoe, Nevada.”
It’s a place that no longer exists — except in re-runs on television.