Opinion

Misplaced Legion hat

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

The mystery of the 'lost American Legion hat.' It all began one day when Bob decided to repair a chest that we use for various things. The top drawer is definitely Bob's. It is full of a little bit of everything, including walkie talkies, receipts, clippings, radios, well you get the picture. The next is full of gloves, hats, scarfs, (and his Legion hat) the next is full of mostly all sorts of work gloves.

Before beginning the job of gluing and nailing, Bob proceeded to take everything out of those drawers, they were put in piles on the floor. I made a point of giving a wide birth to those piles. He began his repairing, when he was finally finished, he left the drawers out to dry and harden. That night he had a Legion meeting, he couldn't find his Legion hat, but didn't think too much of it, as it isn't imperative that it be worn. The next day he began putting all of the paraphernalia back in the drawers. Wonder of wonders he got everything back in. The next day he was going to a Military funeral. He got dressed in his Legion uniform and then opened the drawer for his Legion hat. NO HAT.

The first thing he did was look at me, (like what did you do with my hat) He didn't actually say anything but I got that impression. He said "I can't participate in a Military funeral without my Legion hat." We began looking (everywhere) but that hat was no where to be found. We went from room to room, looking in dresser drawers, closets, still no hat. We then looked upstairs, down in the basement, and out on the sun porch. We must have been out of our minds, why would that hat be put anywhere but the drawer it came out of. We even took the drawers out, but no hat.

Finally Bob called Wayne and told him he couldn't find his Legion hat and it he didn't find it he wouldn't be able to come to the funeral. Told him if he wasn't there he would know why. He then called Dick another Legion fellow, and told him the same thing... By this time he was really getting desperate and I could see the axe was going to fall any second and I would be blamed. It didn't matter that I had never touched that hat, no sireeee; in his mind somehow I was the one that had misplaced his hat. By now, I was beginning to hate that hat. I went into the next room and began another futile search, when all of a sudden he yelled "I found it" I ran back to where he was and gasped 'where?'

Well, I decided to take the drawer out one more time and take one more look, when I pulled it out, it felt a little sluggish. I reached into the back of the drawer, and there it was all scrunched up between the back and the top drawer. He pulled it out and I swear he kissed it he was so happy to find it. It was a little wrinkled, but he plopped it on his head, gave me a fast peck on the check and took off for the Military Funeral. Wheeeeee!! What a relief. Shore was glad that hat was found. When he got home, he said everyone teased him for losing his hat. Any wonder that I am so completely white headed?!