Caps Ahoy !

Rain was raging as we drove last Sunday to Bulacan to visit a sick relative. The U.S. East Coast and Canada were having bad weather that day, too. So Mina and Irene unleashed their ire and destroyed both lives and property in disparate parts of the world.

Speaking of weather, I always have my baseball cap on whenever I brave the hot, humid or rainy weather of Manila. I have a hat rack at home which constantly draws visitors' attention for it carries a wide assortment of state logos and sporting events.

My bro in law Carl from Ohio has a bigger hat collection; it's kept in the bedroom where I sleep whenever I visit them. When I call his attention to a new hat in his rack, he admonishes me and like a Western cowboy would say, "don't touch a man's hat," or to that effect. So, he'd buy me a new baseball cap. He also gave me one of his company's rare industrial caps and every time he sees me would accuse me of getting it behind his back, in jest.

I look different when I wear a hat. In Toronto, even some co-workers would not recognize me when I'm donning one of the hats. I even have a hat which makes me look like Indiana Jones. In my dreams.