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... He removed his elegant, beaver felt Stetson hat, a 10X with a "full saddle row" crease, and bantered with the kitchen help in a formal, ceremonious way. ... After all, a gold pocket watch feels good in the hand, like a handshake. ... Carefully preserved, a cherished watch will move and sound just like it did when one’s father wore it and held it in his own rough, calloused hands. ...
When my daddy died, he said, I brought his old black hat home with me. And I brought back a pair of long, black, steel scissors, too. ... You might remember that hat. ... It was a tall hat with a round top. ... I kept that hat and the scissors, for a while, in the trunk of my car. ... I took my dads hat and that old pair of big scissors with me and sat on a big rock next to the river. It was still a good hat, but it showed the wearing of many years. ...
I cut that hat up into little pieces. ... And then I threw the scissors in the water. My daddy was in that hat. ... That hat is still traveling, it’s still traveling. And if any pieces are yet snagged in the river somewhere, they’ll catch up with his hat sooner or later. ... How else could an ordinary hat and scissors become icons of a father-son relationship? ... The act of seeking forgiveness is like winding a pocket watch. ... He put on his Stetson hat, squared his shoulders, and stepped out. If I remember correctly, that style of hat is called the "Open Road".
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Approximate Pages = 10.9
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