Tonight, however, after visiting with Abdi and the family, I no longer have a hat for myself.
I am a Son of a Butch. I give away everything that I have for myself, all for the glory of giving gifts away: beer, wine, hats, clothes, green beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers. That's the way we Crandall men roll.
Besides, the cap looks much better on Shafac than it would look on me. Such a Goose, that one.
And it seemed to be the perfect 'cap' to a Friday fish-fry with the family.
The bottom line? I need to get back into the city to replenish my stash. My caps are now in S. Africa and Syracuse being sported by the best. That's the least I can ask for.
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