A few years ago Claire sent me this very warm hat I didn’t get much use from, because it was just a touch too small. Once in a while it would come in handy, like two years ago when the Jeep broke down at the coldest part of the winter and I briefly tooled around on that toy quad, remember? The hat was useful then, but really squeezed my melon.
This year I dragged it out with the rest of the winter clothes, and I was happy to find that it had relaxed somewhat. And that’s good, because this was the winter I was going to spend money and replace it if I had to. I’m from Michigan, and have always approved of mad bomber hats.