I remember when I loved this hat. I tried to wear it as often as I possibly could. Especially during the summer, which was also its downfall. I wore it with a new skirt I had bought, during the weekend of Island Fest. I walked in the parade, then headed down to the airport for all the other festivities.
I was probably in high school by then, between freshman and sophomore years. That’s the age where its embarrassing to be seen with your parents, but I unfortunately stumbled upon my mother. It was probably late at night, when everyone was leaving. Pat Daily had just finished performing and being the social guy he thinks he is, wandered into the scattered crowds.
No one really seemed to notice him. But oh boy, did my mom make a bee line straight to him. And she had to drag me with her. She didn’t have to beg long for an autograph, but then she made me give him something to scribble in permanent marker on. Of course, I didn’t have anything with me. So, off came the hat, and I never wore it again. I haven’t been able to part with it, but I certainly haven’t felt a desire to wear it.