Through It All — The Man and the Hat
Through It All — The Man and the Hat
There was a hat.
Not a flashy one. Not limited edition. Just broken in, bent at the bill, sun-faded around the edges. A rope cap with a sweatband that knew more stories than most journals.
It belonged to him.
He wore it through early tee times and late-night drives. Through job interviews and funerals. He threw it in the back seat of his car one stormy day in April and pulled it out again on the first warm morning in June.
That hat was there when he birdied the hardest hole on his local muni. It was there when he double-bogeyed the same hole two weeks later. And when he got the call from his brother he hadn’t spoken to in years... he was wearing it then, too.
It was never about the brand. Not really. It was about the rhythm. The routine. The way putting it on felt like armor, even when everything else was falling apart.
The hat didn’t solve anything. It didn’t fix the job, the heartbreak, or the weather.
But it stayed.
It stayed while everything else shifted. And in the end, so did he.
He came through it. Not unchanged, but stronger. Softer. Still standing.
And that hat? Still hanging by the door—ready for whatever comes next.
Because sometimes, it’s more than just a hat.
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