The Tweed Cowboy

I think much of sports has ruined the hat for everyone. With their baseball caps and their big letters. I once found an Australian black cowboy hat on the floor of the library where I worked. I dusted it off, waved it around, and through it on my head. I had it for 3 years, and almost wore it everyday even though I lived in a suburb near the city where that was just weird. What was even weirder was that I was of an ethnic origin. Cowboys aren’t very ethnic, Indians are. I lost my hat when I went camping up in a lodge 7 miles away from where I live. I would never see it again until after that day.