And hats the way it is.

This lovely new hat—possibly the warmest one I’ve ever worn—was made for my buddy Mickey by a friend from Bloomington named Ruth, who I had just met a few days before. Mickey just doesn't much wear hats, I think. Some of the kids at the coffee house had been saying how perfect it would be on me (perhaps because I have such a giant head, or because it hides my horns)—and in I walked. It was presented to me and I’ve gladly worn it nearly every day since. Thanks, Ruth!