Dave and I noticed right away that the local uniform was the ubiquitous ball cap. We thought we were fitting right in by wearing ours to town. Dad commented that all the tourists and recreational visitors wear ball caps as well; the way you can tell a 'local' is the sweat stain on the front of the cap. Of course, living in the city, we have always scrupulously eschewed a dirty ball cap! I have wondered, as well, at my Dad's insistence on wearing his dirtiest, sweat ringy cap absolutely everywhere.
So now, a new paradigm; dirty ball caps are d'rigour. Imagi
ne our delight, therefore, when Dave and I noticed that his heretofore pristine Puerta Vallarta cap began to show a sweat stain from his days of working in the heat with Dad (first it was the glass door in the cottage, then the deck, and now it is a new roof on the shed). I guess he is on hiw way to being in the 'local' category - it remains to be seen if he will actually wear it to town...I don't think I will be able to join the sweat stain club - at least not this summer. It is a real departure for me to actually not wear make up every day. I don't know if a sparkly pink Chicago cap would ever look 'local' anyway!
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Eventually a moose will eat your pink Chicago hat, and you won't be able to purchase anything other than an NRA trucker hat. You will jealously gaurd your new hat from future moose attacks, and will become very sweaty in the process. Your transformation will be complete when your hat goes through the washing machine and dryer in a futile effort to clean out its deeply embedded stains. As a result it will be warped, faded, and unsightly. You will never again attempt the folly of cleaning the hat and will embrace its filth as an expression of your newfound regional identity...
...and I will be there to eat sunflower seeds and shoot Coors Lights cans with a .22 in honor of your transformation!!!!!!
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