Bonetaire turns 55!

Yes, it's that day of the year again... 55 years ago I was born in one of the coldest winters on record in the Netherlands.

And although I wasn't wearing a beret when leaving the Majella Hospital in Bussum, 2 days old, I was transported home in a Citroën 2CV (which made for a good start as a life of being a bonetaire).

To remind you, and myself, that 55 is actually still spring-chicken-like young, here some pictures of boineros who have been walking around even longer on this planet. 

And to repeat my daughter's famous sales pitch: MAKE HIS DAY, BUY A BERET!