A similar thing happened about a year ago when I was people watching at the mall. I saw a man –definitely an exemplary Iowan man: farmer by the plaid shirt, work boots, and toothpick in mouth— titillated toward a clearance rack outside of teenage fashion store. I knew right away what he was headed toward. There was an imitation farmer cap. It was the kind with the high dome that is gridded for ventilation. I laughed because my dad, grandfather, and all my uncles have an endless supply of the those very caps which are taken great pride in, mailed for free or handed out at fair’s and exhibits each advertising seed companies. That man probably had at least a half dozen more at home, but being in a shopping mall where he recognized something familiar was likely complacency. Like the first situation, that cheap cap was a primitive symbol to the lifestyle of simplicity and specified familiarization. To the outsider of this specialized life, this is vivifying and that is flattering. My mom knows those caps as neither flattering as to the outsider, nor prideful as to the independent farmer but rather as a life on tip-toes where income is never insured and dust is always in the air. However, the success of something of this quality is what makes it intriguing and admirably desirable.
To one individual, the letter “k” may look like just a chicken-scratched symbol formed by three intersecting lines. Another may relate it to something distinct and the letter “k” will ever hold that crossed reference. Perspective is the cause for appeal and awareness is what creates perspective. Culture would not be without this catena.
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