Creek Running North

Um, HELLO, Chris -

CUTENESS WARNING, PLEASE?

A person could get a back injury falling outta their chair. : )

And that is a Very Fine Hat.

David has it EXACTLY.

Good start.

Now click here.

It’s you!

Please don’t turn into Ernest Hemingway.  Please.

This entire blog, as written by Ernest Hemingway:

For Sale: one leash, used 15 years. No longer needed.

Working on ‘at scowwwwl too, I see.

Just don’t let anybody talk you into shock treatments.

Crikey mate, you look like a dingo ate yer baby.

Hat doesn’t look new to me.  What’d you do, sit on it on the drive home from the store??  (Smart thinking. New hats ain’t the best).

Carolyn H.

Is that a Tilley?  If it is, you have one fine piece of work there.  Even if it isn’t, it’s a handsome article.  On a handsome guy <blush>.  Seriously—I’m surprised how much you resemble my husband, who is the cutest man on earth.  And he’s always outdoors and never without his fine hat.

Enjoy.

Niiiiiiice.

I’ll leave you to decide whther I’m referring to the hat or the wearer. ;)

(What kind is it, btw?)

It’s the Raiders of the Lost Ark guy! (if Cormac McCarthy had written the screenplay)

Chris, you look distinguished in that hat. It is a keeper. Of course distinction does not inhere in a mere bit of cloth. But the hat can nonetheless serve as a useful signal to those who do not yet know you: ”See distinction below”.

I have always pictured you exactly this way.

There was a comic from the 70s, I think, done by the same guy who did the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers (that wasn’t R. Crumb, was it?), about a guy who got kidnapped by a female bigfoot and kept in the forest as her mate.

You’re coming back, aren’t you?

... You could always bring her back with you:

=v= Your Hemingway entry has more teeth than Hemingway.

I believe the Tilley has a dark green underside. At least, my fake knockoff Tilley hat does. If it was a Meg Tilly hat, I’d go buy the real item, of course.

Your Hemingway entry has more teeth than Hemingway.

Yes Jym, but it’s not as toothy as this old chestnut;

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

jajajaja..."to die. in the rain.” that’s great.

great hat, chris. fits you. give my love to the desert.