A hat from Jim Convery

Let me tell you, its hard to beat a hat like this when your on Assateague Island with pones that might bite you if your not careful.  A hat that mustered transit un-benounced to me after building pipelines somewhere in the Australian desert? Yep. Thank to the artist formerly known as chief pipe inspector, Jim Convery. This hat was a true surprise. What was also a true surprise was the fact that we have the same size head. I remember Jim Convery coming up to the kiln shed at watershed before anyone else in the morning. His firing shift coming after mine was subject to a mostly drunk and crazed version of myself. Watching the sunrise that morning was a gift at watershed Center for Ceramic art. The only thing that was keeping me awake was the caffeinated chewing gum i happened to have that a friend of mine brought back from Afghanistan.  Hope you're well Jim, hope to see you soon.

A Hat from Litlle Gary

Good old American weathered gold, a rare occasion upon my thinning forests. A rare occasion on my lush forests, a rare occasion upon my cranium at all. The irony and embrace-meant is excellent of all previous cranium covering endeavors. I do need to learn to embrace myself and to embrace where I come from. Interesting that these hats come from an old punk rock friend. Hey Gary, remember when we drove to New Orleans in my tiny rusty pickup truck with tow people in the front, two people in the back under the cap and a cat? That rocked.