He lost his hat.
maybe it was the cold weather that made me notice what he had lost, maybe it was the now-present grey hair that was free to dance in the wind. He didn't act like he had lost something, but everyone in this barren town knew that he did. It was a part of him, he was the old man in the warn newsboy hat, but who was he now? Admittedly, I don't know. I mean, I've seen him hobble through the park on Sunday afternoons, gently waving at the squirrels who seemingly recognized him. Would they remember him now, without his hat? or do they know him better than me? I wouldn't be shocked if that were the case, my friends walked past him one day and he was talking to the squirrels.
I've never talked to him, only about him. Whenever my parents hear my friends and me talking about the mystery of the old man in the warn newsboy hat, they tell us to knock it off. They say that for what he's done for this town, our respect is the least of what he deserves. Apparently, when he was in his prime, this town actually had a school! It was a bustling center in the middle of nowhere. Now, my friend group is the only group of children here. This town grew with the old man without the warn newsboy hat, and I wouldn't be surprised if it died with him.
A long time ago, the old man without the warn newsboy hat lost whatever it was that saved this town, now, he lost his hat.