I tried on a cowboy hat in a Wyoming Western wear store.Just to see.The old cowboy running the shop looked over.Silence.He walked over. Adjusted the brim. Tilted it just slightly to the right.Stepped back.Nodded once.Then he called his wife out from the back.She looked at me. Put her hand on her chest."Oh Earl. Oh Earl look at him."Earl said, "I see him."Earl's wife started tearing up.I had walked in for socks.I walked out with the hat, boots, a belt buckle the size of a hubcap, and a formal invitation to Earl's grandson's rodeo next month.Earl said, and I quote:"Son, you were born wrong. But we're fixing it today."I have never been so kindly told my entire life was a mistake.