It's Fall which means it's fedora time. You can't wear a fedora in the Summer. They're too hot. In every sense of the word. There is a flair about wearing a fedora. It slips a hint of Indiana Jones into the way you walk. It be-speaks a bit of Bogart. Tom Landry of the Dallas Cowboys and their cheerleaders comes to mind. Michael Jackson tilted his fedora with that one gloved hand, and moon walked in his. A fedora turns a nice, ordinary Louie Louie Generation guy into a smooth, suave, sophisticated one man gland.