Dateline: Muncie, IN. December, 1990. I am wrapped in every bit of cashmere, wool, tweed, and flannel that I own. “Gee, Chris,” my neighbor, who has stopped me on the sidewalk, asks. “What are you going […]
I used to think that I couldn’t really wear a fedora. I was wrong. It was simply a question of finding one with the right width brim and height to the crown. I got lucky with […]