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Monday, August 27, 2012

MAGIC HAT


   

           Last weekend my wife and I went north to Virginia to witness a truly wonderful wedding.  


We hunkered down in an ancient log cabin 





nestled high in the hills where Christmas trees grow.              










The rustic shelter came with a feather bed, rocking chairs, 





and a fine old hat that hung from the wall. 
  

Early next morning I slipped out for a walk.  As I headed up the stone path I heard a "swoosh", turned, and saw that old grey hat flying out the door! 

   


It hovered for a moment then gently set down on my head. 

 I figured, like the dog we'd left behind in Miami, it wanted to go for a walk too.




    




"Francesca!",  I cried to my sleeping wife, "You gotta come out and see this!"   Moments later she stumbled out and said, "That hat looks great.  Did you pick it out?".  "No!", I explained, "It picked me.
It's magic!".

     I wore it to that evening's festive affair, a "pig pickin'".   That's where you pick apart a roasted pig with your right hand while holding a beer in your left. 


 As I posed for this picture with brother Bruce the bride-to-be walked by and commented, "Nice hat!"
    






The darn thing must have had ears (and wings!) as it shot off my head and landed on Lauren's. 



 When Francesca said something similar it jumped to her head.

  
   

 

When Lauren's fiance, Vince, saw it and said, "I wish I had a hat like-" it bounced over to him before he could finish his sentence.

  Magic

This went on for hours.  Like a friendly dog, the magic hat visited all of the folks that you see below.



































 The next day's wedding was perfect.  














Afterwards we partied










We posed.

But like the dog, we had to leave the hat at home.







Weddings have their own magic. 

     








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I'd like to thank, 1) My niece Lauren, and her husband, Vince, for inviting us to their wedding (8-25-12), and,
2) Our friend, Mary Guynn, for letting us borrow her family's cabin and her father's magical hat.

2 comments:

  1. What about the magic white ball growing out of the minister's head!

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    1. Walter-
      Yes, the minister's tumor was obvious to everyone but him, so,we did not want to mention it. Half of the people there were doctors. One, after having imbibed a bottle of Chablis, loped it off with a steak knife. The reverend, who had had a bit to drink himself, never noticed.

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