The Baseball Cap Story

Last night I attended the "short service" at a very nearby Scottish Episcopal Church, "in the style of Taize". I liked it a lot, actually... there were about ten of us gathered, facing an artistic set-up of religious art and lit votives, and the---priest? pastor? clergywoman?---sat behind us. Almost the entire service was sung chant, maybe seven songs consisting of about two lines repeated. There was one Bible reading about halfway, and the Scottish version of the Our Father said towards the end, and that was it.

It was interesting. The person leading the service was a woman, wearing the same style of black shirt Catholic priests wear when not performing Mass, with the white collar. Sorry I don't know the technical names for these things.


Today is rainy. Not a full-out downpour, that never seems to happen here. It just goes from drizzly to steady rain to drizzle and all over again.
To keep my glasses dry I wore my Virginia baseball cap for the first time here. It helped.
However. I have learned why no one wears caps here... far too windy.

Also one of my hands had to be exposed to wind and rain, just to keep my face dry. Tradeoff.
Also I felt extremely American wearing it.