Hat

Apparently, my first word was "hat." Not "mama" or "dada" or "caca" but "hat." Sounds kind of dull, I know, but I like it because it's unique, as first words go. I haven't met anyone else with that one.

I mention it because lately I've been thinking about wearing more hats. Not in the figurative sense of like, "Oh, man, that Dan he sure is busy. And as a Specialist at Region 13, he has to wear a lot of hats." I'm talking about wearing actual hats. It's kind of a silly thing to be concerned about, I admit to that. Sort of feels like when I decided to smoke cigars at age 35. (That only lasted a couple of weeks. I was too conscious of how disgusting other people found the habit, so I stopped.)

I'm also not referring to the baseball caps that so many men in this country (and abroad now, I guess) are sporting. Not the hip-hop inspired oversized fitted caps, not the tight, worn-out frat boy cap, with the brim bent in the middle. No, I'm talking about the classic hats, like the kinds worn by the actor Jon Gries and filmmaker James Savoca. (see photo, above) Fedoras and the like.

I know what you're thinking: It's because he's going bald. Well, although that may indeed be the case, I'm actually not doing for that reason. (Okay, maybe partly.) I just like the way it looks. It looks cool. Classic.

And it was my first word after all. That's got to count for something, right?

Right?