Saturday, November 7, 2015
While on a bike ride this morning, we saw a fellow wearing an Ocala hat down on his knees peering into what appeared to be a hole in the ground.
Some very strange people have moved up here from south Florida, so we didn't think much of it and kept on riding.
On our way home, however, all we saw was the hat. The obvious and only conclusion was that some animal had pulled the guy into the hole and in the process, he lost his hat.
So I called 911 but were surprised to learn they weren't much interested. The woman who answered the phone wanted to know where the guy came from. I said we didn't know, but we were guessing south Florida.
She said, "That's what I thought. We don't have time to take care of these strange people from south Florida because we're so busy taking care of old people from the north."
Then she asked, "Did he have an Ocala hat?"
I said, "Yes."
"Aha!" she said. "That settles it. He was from south Florida; ev'rybody from south Florida buys an Ocala hat. Call the animal control office in Miami. Maybe they'll send someone up to investigate."
"OK" said I. Then I thought "This guy won't need the hat anymore," so I picked it up and and we rode on home. Funny thing - it fit!
"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson