The Man in the Yellow Hat was just who you think he was, and still is. He’s the link between the real world and the imagination, between the grown up with responsibilities and the child’s play. He’s the one reaching out a hand to grasp another and travel safely together.
The Man in the Yellow Hat seems to be who I was around age 8 or 9 or 10. (Maybe 27, too?) As a kid, I had an imaginary pet monkey. I don’t think I associated it with the obvious connection to some of my favorite books of the time. After all, I had a good imagination – I wasn’t yet, logical.
The musings in this blog may seem scattered or random or even at times pointless. But they will always be about imagination and creativity and leading by the hand and….they may rarely be logical.