The government forced me to wear a cover every day and everywhere and I started to hate hats of any sort. I have some wonderful baseball type hats and have been given other great hats but when I look in the mirror I see an stange looking fellow looking back and I would much rather be coverless. But as Mother Nature has caused me to grow through the top of my hair I need to protect myself from the sun and the elements. And now that Sydnie has eased me into the kilted world I will have to do some experimenting to see what makes me look less the fool. Perhaps an old flour sack over my head.