From my late father I inherited myopia — nearsightedness — and thus have needed eyeglasses since seventh grade.

Over the years I’ve worn contact lenses as well, but at work I typically use glasses because my eyes tend to dry out and become uncomfortable from spending most of the day reading a computer screen.

And because I don’t like it when raindrops land on my glasses, I pretty much wear a hat to work all winter long. I have a lot of them to choose from, being something of a hat nut, but usually I wear a brown,  wide-brimmed felt thing made by Pendleton that I bought almost 20 years ago at a Made in Oregon store.

I like it because the wide brim does a great job of keeping the rain off my glasses, and also because, I must admit, I feel like it’s pretty cool.

The coat I most often wear with it is a brown leather “bomber jacket” that I bought for $25 at Goodwill a few years ago to wear while riding my motorcycle (though I don’t use the jacket for that anymore because I’ve since purchased a couple of actual motorcycle jackets, again second-hand).

Anyway, this bomber jacket and Pendleton hat ensemble invariably causes people,  especially my kids, to accuse me of trying to look like a certain celluloid paleontologist. A few weeks ago, for example, I went with that look like while filling in for Hasso on the DH Today video, and here’s what my son Bob had to say:

“Why didn’t you just break out the whip too?”

Apparently the gang at my wife’s office was amused as well.

“It looked like Indiana Jones doing the news,” she said.

“Yep,” I said, more or less used to this kind of thing. “Indiana Jones and the Temple of News. Or Newsroom of Doom, whatever you prefer.”

Here’s the hat and jacket combo so you can decide for yourself what you think of it. It’s not a bad self-portrait if I do say so myself, and that’s the tailgate of my Toyota Tacoma that I’m leaning on, in case you were wondering:

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