Greg wore his faded old Dodgers cap several weeks ago when we went on vacation to Martha's Vineyard. It was an act of pre-emptive kindness to Red-Sox fans who, he assumed, would be losing the World Series to the Yankees who, at that point, had a good shot at the pennant and my husband was feeling lucky. A Yankees cap would be rubbing the Sox fans' faces in the "win" a little too much and he didn't want to hurt the feelings of the good folks of Massachusetts. Oh well. . .
So it goes.
This is a weirdly pixilated image of the study I made from a photo taken on the ferry. I have a new camera and somehow, I'm still not very good in the photography department. But the likeness is good - the husband, great.