I left my hat in San Francisco

I was midway through Chinatown when i realised i had dropped my hat. But this wasn't just a hat. This is the hat i bought the first time i ever travelled abroad on my own (on the french exchange 6 years ago) and has been round the world with me on every trip ever since. I ran back along the 20 min walk so as to retrace my steps. I was sweating like a sumo on a treadmill. I went back to the last shop i had my hat in which was run by an 80 year old Chinese gent. He spoke little English. When I tried to explain i'd lost my hat he insisted on walking me to the nearest hat shop, thinking i wanted to buy one.

Which now i guess i do....

so this is going out to you hat, wherever you are.....

you were the best. But most of all, you were a friend. You will be missed.