A reporter empties out his notebook — and his head, while he’s at it.
Head covering: I’ve always been one of those men who wears a hat, and I have one that must be fixed.
The inside of the hat says it’s a genuine Stetson. No, it’s not a cowboy hat — that’s not a good look for me — but it’s more on the order of a fedora.
The problem is, this thing has been beaten up and smashed up so often that is really is out of shape. (The wearer is out of shape, too, but that’s not germane to this conversation.) The brim has more waves than a surfers’ beach and the top has more dents than the losing vehicle in a demolition derby.
So sometime I’m going to wander around to a couple of the sites in Fort Wayne to see if there’s anything that can be done. Is there any gentleman out there that’s had any experience with that? I’m looking for a little advice and guidance.
And, maybe, a better hat.
Weather, Part 1: It’s supposed to be warmer this week — warmer as in 80-plus degrees for five days in a row. We had winter and we had a cold and wet spring and now, suddenly, it will seem like summer. Spring sports will have a short season this year.
I will repeat here the observation of my friend Chris Henderson, who worked with me at another newspaper and is now a TV photographer in Toledo: Track is either too cold or too hot. It is never run in pleasant weather. God must hate track.
After 14 years as a track parent, and now that my son is a track coach, I agree with that statement.
Weather, Part 2: It could be worse. While we’re in the 80s, my granddaughter and her father, mother, and brother are headed to Dallas for a robotics competition. It’s supposed to be in the mid-90s. In Texas.
I’m staying home.
Cubs getting clubbed: I had predicted that this year’s edition of the Chicago National League Baseball Club would lose 100 games this year.
With Sunday night’s loss to the Dodgers, the Cubs are 9-18. They are on pace to go 54-108 on the season.
Sometimes, I hate to be right.
Missing from Facebook: I’m not on Facebook right now. It’s partially because I can be stubborn and obstinate and it’s partially because Facebook considers me a special brand of member.
It appears that because I work in the media, most often, and express opinions while also occasionally telling people what’s going on, Facebook considers me an influencer or some such thing.
It told me I have to sign up for Facebook Protect and provide some kind of double security to log in. I missed their deadline, and I can’t understand the instructions.
So I’m sitting on the sidelines until I can figure it out, or somebody figures it out for me.
Let me know if you miss me.
Garage sales: Finally, this last weekend was one of my favorite times of the year — Bluffton’s citywide garage sale.
Oh, the stuff I found. Oh, the people I met.
I can’t wait until next year.
daves@news-banner.com
