One of the great things about shopping in small establishments is getting a chance to witness the passion of the owner for his/her craft.
When i was in Montreal in 2011, i had the good fortune of being reminded of what it means to believe in what one does for a living.
The Drop of a Hat
"You know your Boston President's to blame
don't you?" he chided, looking like history's croupier.
At once my casual window-shop visit became
judgment day in his Montreal haberdashery.
The visor of his fedora making its case
by pointing down at Exhibit A: the ugly american
sans chapeau and what's worse: bald-faced
and no hat in hand and, too, no cane
to quickly shuffle off to Buffalo!
(The worse for no wear and tears of remorse.)
Then he hat-boxed me in with: "That long ago
inauguration set in madcap course
your country's bare-headed conflagration."
So, Dad, thank you for your boater as my new ration.
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