Bud was walking through an outdoor mall in Tampa. His demeanor and hat immediately reminded of a professional golfer of yesteryear, Chi Chi Rodriguez. So, I walked up to him and told him so. He recalled Chi Chi well, and did not disagree.
But the hat was on loan, it belonged to his wife. They were from neighboring St. Petersburg, and the wife was at a doctor’s appointment. Bud was babysitting the hat. Actually, she had dozens of hats – all kinds. I said that many women collected something, often shoes. “Oh, that too!” She used to have nearly 30 pair of high heels, but an orthopedic problem necessitated their departure.
I dared not utter the word ‘jewelry’.