OK, so at Goorin’s Hat Store in the Quarter, the young lady tries to steer me in “a certain direction” old White guys go, and I just named it–“I am not doing ‘Old White Guy goes Indiana Freakin” Jones’, like “yeah, dude, I’m still bringin’ badass, if you want any…”. Yeah, no… So I go a cross between Leonard Cohen and a well to do Bohemian Property Owner, but the theme came back around later…
Young homeless-y guitar slinger says “Dude, you look like the Old Indian in Indiana Jones!” and I’m like…
But then an elder, a Classy Black man working The Court of Two Sisters, says”Man, I like your hat. It is the real deal. It is the real deal…”
I don’t know, man…
I’m just a White Guy listening to New Orleans jazz, sippin’ a Sazerac…That’s all I really got…
Jim Nolan
Therapist & Life Coach
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