the top top hat
though i am still a small fry who still gets carded when buying snoop dogg albums with explicit lyrics, i have pretty much conquered all of the bullet items on my bucket list, a sampling:
- i’ve eaten every single one of the applebees realburgers™ at least ten times (and the quesadillaburger, like two hundred times).
- i have read through (and written an exegesis for children on) ezra pound’s the cantos.
- and i’ve gravel skied down the south summit of mount monadnock to raise awareness for ugly kids that aren’t very muscly.
so basically, i’ve done all the best stuff that there is to do. but the other day my uncle told me about the largest top hat in the world and i have a new goal—i must either OWN that hat or DESTROY it. there is no way that i want to live in a world where that marvelous headpiece is not resting permanently upon my abnormally large cranium.
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this image comes from the new york public library digital gallery. you can find other views of the hat here and here. this is a 1933 new yorker article about the mad hatter who crafted this fine specimen for the new york world’s fair.

