The one sitting on my head in the banner picture of the blog. I love it.
It’s simple as a cap can be. Off-white, flexible, and best of all, unmarked. Logo free.
We came together at the off-price Nordstrom Rack in Scottsdale, AZ a few years ago. We’ve run errands around the corner, and we’ve traveled the world. But on our trip a couple of weeks ago, my wife looked at it, and said, “Enough.”
I couldn’t argue. It is disintegrating.
I have other unmarked caps, but they’re not the same. I have a fitted Red Sox cap, but that’s only for very special occasions. I’ve taken the Hartford Colonials cap given to me by Coach Chris Palmer for a few spins. Most people don’t know what the logo stands for.
I will not throw out my favorite cap. It will sit on the shelf in its deflated state.
It won’t see any more golf courses. It won’t even go to the gas station or grocery store anymore.
But we will go to the beach. We have a very good friend in Wethersfield we call “Monsieur Burt” because we actually met on the French side of St. Martin. Monsieur Burt wore a cap on the beach that evolved into little more than a scrap of cloth over the years.
I like that. That is my plan. That is what will happen. And when the time is right…it will depart with the tide. Somewhere.