Monday, December 19, 2011

My dad, Dick Worthington.

My dad is on a deer/bear hunting trip with the men in his family in Oregon (1930's). The hat he is wearing has a past. His friends would bury it when he was sleeping.  He would wake up and have to hunt for it, dig it up and put it back on his head. I love this story. He had a little hobo blood in him.

Ta, xo J

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