How ya like my hat? Skins hat 3

 

My heart is breaking, because my Washington Redskin’s football team lost today. With today’s loss we will not be in the playoffs, that means our season is over.

 

 

I spent last night, New Years eve, with a bunch of friends at Raymond’s party. I brought this hat for the party and for this post. I wore it first and then gave it to a friend, James, who is also a Redskin fan, because it was too small for my big head.

 

 

Between them two heads came another good friend, Victor, who is a Dallas Cowboy fan. I asked him to wear it for a picture and he was nice enough to do it. Pretty cool.

 

 

I had a great time with friends, food and fireworks. Thank you Raymond for the party and friendship.

 

Happy New Year everyone. I hope every day in your 2017 is a great one and they bring expected and unexpected joys.

 

How ya like my hat? Burger King hat

 

 

I followed her out of the lounge, through the city streets and into the park wishing I had a camera.

 

I sat on the bench behind her, as she stood motionlessly watching hundreds of ducks in and around the pond. To my dismay she finally sat down on the left side of her bench and started feeding them.

 

 

She was wearing an ugly paper Burger King hat, that didn’t come close to matching her attire. When I finally took the plunge, I stood and awkwardly walked to her right and asked, “May I join you?”

 

At that moment, sirens from what seemed to be a police chase, echoed off the pond and through the trees and bushes. Instead of answering me she said, “Duck!”

 

I replied, “Why? I’m not wanted by the police.”

 

“No. I mean duck,” as she pointed to a baby duck at my feet.

 

“Oh wow! I never noticed, I was too busy looking at your hat.”

 

“Only my hat?”

 

 

I grinned and said, “You look nice today.” I have a two McDonald’s hats, but nothing like that one.”

 

 

“Yeah, I lost a bet to a guy that works at Wendy’s. We all make fun of this stupid hat.”

 

“What was the bet?”

 

“I bet him, that he would fail his English test. He passed, so I had to walk to the park in a bikini of his choosing, high heels and this hat.”

 

 

“ I must say, he has a nice eye for fashion,” then I asked her, “Can I get a picture?”

 

“Of me in my bikini?”

 

“No, of me in that hat. Can you take a picture of me wearing it?”

 

She seemed stunned, but said, “Sure.”

 

How ya like my hat? College of Southern of Maryland (CSM) hat

 

 

This picture serves two points. First it’s the hat of my local college, CSM, that I can proudly say I attended for several years at two different times in my life. Second it can serve as a before picture for my weight lose.

 

It was taken a year ago at the University of Maryland Charles Regional Medical Center, formally known as Civista Hospital. I was working with nurses and a physical therapist for my Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD).

 

 

First point is, I went to CSM in ’92 when it was known as Charles County Community College. At that time I wanted to learn about computer security, but it wasn’t offered then. That left me still wanting the computer field, but with Computer Science as my major. Two years later, while still raising my sons, money became more of need, so I went back to carpentry.

 

In 2014, when I became disabled and couldn’t work in my field, so I went back to school, this time as an English major. I have a long way to go, but my desire is to learn how to write a novel. So far I can thank my professors, my friend Gwyn Warren and of course you guys for supporting and teaching me.

 

 

The second point of the picture is my diet. Some of you guys know I’m losing weight. In this picture I weighed 286 pounds, now I weigh 259.

How ya like my hat? Flag hat

 

 

I was visiting DC yesterday, when I saw a small demonstration in the middle of the street. It caught my eye, because it was colorful and loud. There were only a few dozen people, but still enough to block the road.

 

Even though I know DC very well, the notion of turning around irritated me. Especially, since in my view these people were demeaning my country.

 

 

I parked fifty feet away, then walked to vender that was selling Americana paraphernalia. I bought a hat, flag and some water.

 

I had no problem sneaking into the small crowd. When I was in the middle of it, I put the hat on and raised my flag high yelling, “Hey! Hey! USA!”

 

I noticed my actions were causing problems with my adversaries, because they started shouldering up to me and were nudging me out.

 

Some by-standers noticed this, so they went to the same vendor and picked up some hats and flags. More and more people joined me in my chant. “Hey! Hey! USA!” We yelled this over and over and soon out numbered the picketers.

 

 

It was quite funny, because some of the demonstrators started chanting with us. Since we outnumbered the incumbents, we started nudging them out.

 

Before you knew it, we were the only ones chanting, then the crowd slowly dissipated until I looked around and I was the only one there.

 

At that point I felt a little stupid standing in the street all by myself, so I left.

 

Is this story fact or fiction?