The Hat

The end of daylight savings means the end of the summer uniform for pilots. And for my pilot, that means he has to start wearing his hat and a trench coach (yes, the trench coat is as creepy as it sounds). I, like many pilot wives, think the uniforms are kind of hot. Most women have a thing for a man in uniform. I don't understand it at all. And for some unexplainable reason, I dig the hat. Most pilots hate the hat. It's hot, it doesn't breathe, it itches, it slides off, it's one more thing to carry around, etc. But I think it's hot. So we are heading into the darkness of winter but now that daylight savings has ended, The Pilot is wearing his hat again. He wouldn't let me post a picture of him in the hat (he really does hate it) but here is his and the Captain's hats hanging up in the flight deck, which is where I am sure those hats go from the second the door closes until they open it again.