my father
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A Man of Many Hats
It was always in the cards for me to be a hat guy, even if it took me a half-century to fully embrace my destiny. My father never left the house without a hat. Part of that was because he was bald, but it was also largely generational. Being born in 1922, he came of Continue reading
About Me

Researcher. Marketer. Teacher. Father of adult children and dogs. 20th Century holdover. Central New York native. Long-suffering Buffalo Bills fan. History nerd. Traveler. Vintage advertising enthusiast. Hat wearer.