Straw Hat Age Novels & Stories

I smiled. He chuckled and reached up to touch his fedora. “Just something I’m trying out,” he said. “I’ve decided to become a hat man in my old age.” “Old?” I said. “Hardly. Besides, age is just a number.” Everyone chuckled at that, relieved that the scene between me and Ellie had simmered down. Before long, everyone was back to chatting happily amongst themselves. The champagne was flowing. Appetizers made their rounds. And I talked animatedly to the members of the Smith family that I liked.

They dated and married after Mom graduated. Mom continued to model until becoming pregnant with me, I'm Anthony or Tony. When I was a kid though the other kids started calling me Hat. This after someone realized my initials spelled H.A.T., Harold Athony Turley. Instead of fighting it I embraced it and had my parents start buying me different hats, mostly baseball caps. Some with weird sayings or pictures, some with just odd projections like horns and such.