Resonant Constellation

I have a weird tradition whenever I go on vacation. I’m not much for souvenirs or trinkets, but when I go on a trip I like to bring back a hat. I’m not entirely sure when this started, but the first hat I can remember bringing back from any trip is my irish cap from a trip I took back in middle school. Since then I have collected about four others-two varieties of Australian hats (one I got in Colorado of all places, the other bought in Sydney), a kind-of flat brimmed cowboy hat (imagine Clint Eastwood in For a Fistful of Dollars. I have no idea where I got it), and now a nice brown Indiana Jones-like fedora.

The only rules I have are that the hat must be appreciably different from hats I have collected before, they must be of relatively good quality, and they (obviously) have to fit my ridiculously oversized noggin. This sometimes makes acquisition of new hats difficult-I often come back from trips without new headwear. Still, hope springs eternal-I never get on a plane to go somewhere already wearing a hat. The excitement of a new find never gets old.

What I really need now is a hat tree.