Hunting

The Brotherhood of The Travelling Hat. Geezer Discount Shopping started out poorly. Same storey as last Spring when I lost my collection of fine tote bags. This time my nice red wool crusher hat with all its bling was the victim of my stupidity! I'd had a green crusher from L.L.Bean for an hundred years--all the way to Antarctica and back--until the green had faded to a rather thin grey and my pins were falling out for lack of substance. Now, my first red crusher from H.N.Williams was just getting started with half the Lower-48. I removed the hat and set it on the roof of TinyTruck whilst loading food at the food bank and then, that task complete, got in and drove away. Ten miles up the road at Fry's I noticed. I feel naked without my hat. U-turned right there in the carpark and raced back. Too late. Red Hat was nowhere to be seen. Now there are "Wanted--Reward" posters out along my route. Not holding out much hope I ordered this second Red Crusher from H.N.Williams. It arrived p...