The seemingly endless hours spent making art have finally gone to my head, forcing me into my post-of-last-resort approach to blogging. In other words, I’m coming close to the dreaded repost–reworking writing from more than a year ago, in lieu of generating new material.
What follows is a memoir post, in a round about kind of way. Clearly, I’ve worn a lot of beanies and berets, not to mention conical hats, during my half century on the planet.
Take a look. Have a laugh. I think only a few of you will have seen the post below.
Regular readers of my blog will know about my father’s ties to organized crime and my mad-hatter’s battle with bipolar disorder, one that lasted close to twenty years. You’ve tipped your sombreros to my travels with Sara—both our defeats and victories in Vietnam. You know my well-bee-ed bonnet about Haiti—have read about the poverty we saw there—sadness tarped across the hillsides of Port-au-Prince—Haitians with only tents to hang their hats. You know the ultimate feather in my cap, however, has been my passion for partner Sara. You know that together we have traveled the world with two white dogs—including a canine who literally wears conical hats.
So it only seems fitting that I share a few “hatted snapshots”—my life in helmets and hoods—
–Does child-”hood” involve pulling a rabbit out of a hat or wearing one?
–You thought I was mad-hatted but what about wigged-out and red-headed in Wales?
–My travel with Sara—has it been a conical chronicle?
–Now we’re home from Haiti, and I’m tending my own garden, a happy home-owner in a white hat!
Hats off to my readers for enduring this heady march through beanies and berets!
Now, tell me something about yourself in the comments below—
What accomplishment has feathered your cap?
Who’s your crown and glory?