Another REAL Pop's hat.

This bucket hat belonged to my dad. It is in my favorite accent color PMS-123, (better known as PMS Yellow).

Frau Summer has declared that wearing it in her presence ist Verboten.

She's away.

I'm so glad.

Handkerchiefs.

I'm the only person I know who carries one at all times, either folded into a point in the breast pocket of a jacket, or folded into a square and stuffed into a hip pocket, or simply stuffed into a front pockets of my pants. I usually use them to wipe sweat off my face and out of my eyes. I never use them to blow my nose. I have offered a scrupulously clean one to someone who was crying.

And I have been known to tie a knot in all four corners and wear one as a hat when I am working outside (or to wear underneath a bike helmet).

In the photo above, I am about to begin the process of removing the mildew that blossomed on the carport beam. Dallas' formerly moderate humidity has given way to almost Houston-like levels (thanks to suburban sprawl, swimming pools, and lawn sprinklers).

Global damping.

Don't look at me.

This is very nice genuine Panama of a superior straw. It has a slider/keeper for the chin strap that's made out of a nut shell. It fits great, it breathes wonderfully, so my head stays cool, provides ample amounts of shade, stays on my head in strong winds, and it's quite attractive.

But it looks kind of affected. Too stylish? Too Bohemian? Too something.

It works great, just don't look. It embarrasses me when you look.