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.