Letting Go

Sometimes you just have to let go… My coonskin cap, given to me by Grandma when I was a tot in the 1960s or early ’70s, still has my name written inside the faux fur crown in red permanent marker (I recognize Mom’s careful all-caps) but the tail has snapped and is stiff as a piece of kindling, so a photo and off it goes. Also: May I never be accused of posting only flattering photos.