My father was born in 1920 and also "Golden Era" I suppose, however he never wore a hat of any kind that I recall. Certainly not a dress fedora. Maybe a winter hat with ear flaps for shoveling snow, etc. He was just not into fashion, but very down to earth and practical. He didn't even own an actual suit, just some dress slacks and a sports jacket from Sears with a clip on tie for "special occasions". So I grew up not really knowing much about fashionable clothing or hats, but I had a sort of innate curiosity and appreciation for the clothing of the era from watching guys like James Stewart, James Cagney, etc. dressed to the nines in film rolls. I've always had a great appreciation of fine suits, ties, and other accessories, but I can't for the life of me accept the look of any hat on my noggin. I've owned, and subsequently flipped a few fine vintage hats in my size, but can never get past how I look wearing any of them. Even the western hat I have for cool weather mountain hikes, just looks dorky in the mirror, although I like the look when it's on the shelf in my closet, or when Clint Eastwood is wearing something similar. I think I have some sort of major hat dysfunctional syndrome. Perhaps the result of my upbringing? Maybe I can sue someone for my malady??