There's also a green sticker on the underside of the bill that reads: "PLU Number 4649" which is a pretty good indication that this came from the Wayside Country Store.
This was one of the hats from the Birthday Box series my sainted mother sent, and seemed the perfect hat for today's excursion.
Since I've previously discussed my hometown, I thought I'd take this opportunity to tell you about SNAFU Hollow - which is family parlance for our neck of the woods - across the Terry Brook at the end of Lincoln Lane.
But don't look for it on any map.
The name is a military acronym for "Situation Normal All F***ed Up" and has long been used to describe the brain-bending, soul-stretching ebbs and flows, highs and lows and bouts of cosmic dissonance and alignment residents of said hollow have experienced there over the years.
Yes, we're having a veritable SNAFU Hollow hoedown right now. But I am heartened by knowing this:
That bumpy road that leads into the hollow? It leads right out too.