Tue
Aug
26
After quiet contemplation...
…I have decided that, as KB put it so gently, losing my jat was a blessing in disguise. I adopted it at the Lake, I only ever wore it at the Lake, and now it has found its final resting place at the very house in which so much of our Lake debauchery took place. It was my Lake hat (my lat?), and it didn’t ever really belong to me. It belonged to whatever summer spirit kept bringing me back, kept replenishing the cooler full of Michelob Ultra cans, kept the jalapeno poppers popping and the dragonflies hopping.
And anyway, it was a denim baseball cap. Why in hell did I love it in the first place?
