Today when I ran out in the rain/snow and up to the gym with my umbrella, I had an opportunity to all of a sudden wonder to myself, 'just when did I stop wearing a baseball hat in the rain (in lieu of an umbrella) anyway?' I think it's pretty much been a recent development. Another unattractive bit of fallout from my move to Queens, no doubt. It's less urban here, so you don't need to be as agile to bound in and out and around people, so one day you wake up and realize that you actually own three umbrellas. I sort of think this is how middle-age creeps up on you. In dribs and drabs and purchases of items like umbrellas. I gotta find that old baseball hat.