Linking to this post is becoming another annual blog tradition…
I don't know if the Army was where Grandpa got into the habit of wearing his hats just slightly askew but it was something he did for the rest of his life. And without guidance or instruction from us, Pace has picked up the same mannerism, always wanting to wear his hat just slightly cocked to the side. My eulogy for Grandpa Peet, given just a week after Pace was born, talked about biology and genetics so who knows, perhaps there's a gene for “hat-tilting” too?
