Hat. SJ Dodgson. MJOTA 2012 v6n1 p0614
I walked down to the river, looking for my daughter, with my hand on my head, hanging onto my hat. My phone rang, I took my hand down from my head, and my hat flew off, and landed on the Delaware River which separates New Jersey, where I was, from Pennsylvania.
My first reaction was to see if I could retrieve my hat, when I saw it happily sailing upstream, towards New York, rather than downstream, past Camden and Philadelphia, towards Delaware and the Atlantic Ocean, I gave thanks for the pleasure the hat had given me, and whipped out my cameras to record its jaunty disappearance from my life.
It was heading towards the Betsy Ross Bridge, which cut the town of Delair in half and destroyed its commerce when it was built in the 1970s.
A duck was swimming downstream, it looked clearly interested and for a while, it was swimming towards the hat.
The duck lost interest, and kept swimming towards the ocean, and my hat, impossibly, had enough excitement, and got itself washed up on the beach. Where I retrieved it, and photographed it.
Look
closely at the pictures to find the hat. The first two, the hat was still
on my head. The bottom right picture, the hat is on the beach. All the
other pictures, the hat is happily sailing upstream.
