It was a good winter hat. Blue. Knit. Fit real snug over my head. There was no silly poof-up or anything. I’d had it for a couple years and expected to have it a couple more.
It was January in Cleveland, so I hadta wear it when my girlfriend and I went to The RockNRoll Hall of Fame, the museum where they honor my favorite creative movement of all time.
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