My brother Bryan, owner of Jeppson Guitars, picked the piano hat that sings in the blues.
My other brother’s daughters each picked out their favorites–but not till one had piled the whole stack of scarves around her neck and all the hats on her head and declared it Dobby style (think Harry Potter.) My sisters picked out something. And my cousins from Nevada are coming soon and their hats are waiting.
Listening to my dad talking last night about his having gifted a fair amount of his art out into the world, I thought, this is where we all get it from: parents who treasure being able not to keep but to give of themselves freely.
Dobby picture coming when I can figure out how to get it online from here.