The inside of my skull can be a dark place at times so I like to adorn the outside in debonair fashion. I developed a penchant for hats when I was routinely depilated by weapons grade chemo. My hair always grew back—wish I could say the same for my axons and dendrites—but I’ve been wearing headgear ever since.
Guess which one of these jaunty numbers I bought for this summer. If you’re correct it will confirm your Holmes-like intellect.