For those of you blogsters who visit to satisfy your hungries for weirdness, here's something that I forgot to mention in reference to the blood/hat stuff yesterday.

I got to examining that hat more closely, though I've yet to clean off what's on it.

Turns out it isn't quite black, but is a deep green instead.  But I've only seen one hat like it in my life.  I believe this hat belongs to me, that I haven't seen it since before Y2K.  It's a doppelganger of one I think I might have bought from L.L. Bean 15 or so years ago because it could be wadded up and stuck in the pocket.  Nice hat, but I quit wearing it after I bought my first Tilley (canvas, hat-wearer/appreciater's dream) hat.

If I'm correct about this hat in front of me the implications are troubling.  It would have come from some box or storage barrel out at my Y2K cabin, 150 miles from here, roughly.

Just an added note to remind you that strangeness exists in this life if you let it in.

Jack