I was born too late. I know this because of the feeling I get when I walk into an antique store, and old home, historical sites or abandoned older properties.
I don't feel like part of this time. I am drawn to older ways and things, yes, that's me in a nutshell. Older gentlemen dressed to the nines tickle me as I see them on Sunday coming home from church, maybe in WalMart. Just picking up a thing or two, a stoning offense not too many years ago here. I love to watch them as they walk along and the way they carry themselves. What usually gets me is the hat.
I was shopping today and a gentleman in the grocery had on an old Fedora. You know the hat. Made famous, at least for our generation, by Indiana Jones. I have one. But I can't pull it off like this gent did. He had style and manners. You could just see it on his face.
That's what this blog will be about. What isn't anymore.
So if you like, come by and check it out now and then.
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