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July 14, 2005



I love that poem. You might enjoy Richard Berlin's How JFK Killed My Father, the title poem of his first poetry collection, which is also about hats, and history, and time.


I've never been able to shake the memory of a line in The Catcher in the Rye in which the young prostitute is described as being "hatless" -- a distinction that seemed as unusual to me as "eyepatch-less." I had to go back and revisualize every single other character as "hatted," then, without exception, which seemed absurd. Ah, the past.


Rachel, I love the Kennedy poem -- I'd never thought of JFK as leading the transition away from hats...

Stephanie, you've got a keen eye for Salinger... I'm off to look up that passage pronto...

Vickie Pynchon

Thanks for Death of a Hat

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