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i made that hat over three years ago. i wore it for the first time yesterday while hiking to tomales point. on one part of the trail i rounded a corner and approached an older gentleman. he was coming toward me and into the sun. he paused to stare at me. i paused to wait up for jg. i moved well off the trail to yield way. but the old man hiked up to me instead, with a rather serious look on his face.
man: excuse me, ma'm.
thuy: yes?
man: when you turned the corner...
thuy: yes?
man: well, ma'm... i saw your shadow first... then i looked up... and
your silhouette... i thought the tin man was coming.
he was wearing a big pg&e windbreaker so when he spoke with such deliberation, jg and i both thought he was going to bust me for wandering off the designated trail. after the tin man bit, he broke up laughing. jg and i nervously laughed with him. he clarified, "tin man, you know, from the wizard of oz."
before the old man walked away, he said he liked my hat. it was an odd way of expressing a compliment but i was glad to hear it. mostly i was glad to learn that the park service hasn't hired pg&e to patrol national seashores.
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