I'm going to postpone my write-up of History Week 2, mostly because I underestimated the amount of time it would take me to break down 15 red onions and haven't managed to finish the last recipe yet.
|It is truly a monstrous quantity of onion.|
Instead, I thought I would celebrate the one-year anniversary of Anna's...mild attachment to her White Sox hat by taking a stroll down memory lane. The observant amongst you may have noticed a few recent bare-headed pictures here recently, and I'm sad to say (no, I'm not) it does seem to be going by the wayside these days. Don't get me wrong--it's not gone. It's still there, sun-bleached and splotchy, perched at a tilt on a head that's now too big for it. But not every second of every day and night. Just most.
|Especially during important procedures.|
So let us now celebrate the journey that has brought us here by taking a look at The Hat...through the ages.
|Hat out. (Not really.) (Eventually.) (At some point it will just disintegrate.)|