In Which the Pirate Accidentally Knits a Hat.
In early spring, Michael told me that he’d lost the hat I made him some years ago, and one of his Fleeps as well. (For new readers, these are flip-top mittens. It’s just more fun to call them fleeps.) But he had another hat, so that was all right, and it was getting to be too warm for gloves anyway. Earlier this month we...