Akubra

Sometimes I wear an old hat. Occasionally, people remark that it has some style. It’s an Akubra from Australia, a gift from a man who was in difficult straits. I had given him a few bucks to get back home and as he boarded the bus he turned and thanked me. That was all I expected but he took off his hat and handed it to me. He didn’t say another word and that was the last I saw or heard of him. It’s a good hat. I have a few others I like, but that Akubra is my hat.