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Our Shopkeeper, Chase Nutter, of Las Vegas, Nevada, croons in the Butch Jackson fedora and keeps it personal below:

As far back as I can remember I have always had an infatuation with hats. My first room as a baby was my parent’s hat room. There were at least 40+ hats lining the walls, some hats dating back 4 generations to the late 1800’s and still remain in the family to this day. Ironically, a few are early Goorin, Shapira & Co. hats and I still love wearing them now as much as I did then. I’m definitely a hat person.

IMG_4954Chase, age 3

I was about 5 years old when I found a couple of old $100 bills stuffed behind the sweatband of one of my father’s old hats. It was believed that he must have stashed it there during his days of performing in Las Vegas in the early 1970s. I was so excited at the possibility that every hat might contain treasure, and still firmly believe that there is plenty of magic inside of them. Who could have known that my life’s journey surrounded by hats, would also lead me to Las Vegas, as the Shopkeeper of our Goorin Bros. hat shop in the LINQ.

DG6A9214bChase, present day in the Samuel P. Taylor

Hats continue to teach us that the experiences and memories obtained while wearing hats are the true treasure. These memories and sweat stains from hard work will far outlive their owners. The good hats don’t die and are often passed down, finding new homes and continue to tell our stories. My hats have stuck with me through many years of hilarious, heartbreaking, and heartwarming shenanigans. The same goes for every Grandfather in my family going back 4 Generations.

IMG_4952[1]Grandpa Sanford 1940

IMG_4953Great Grandpa Charles Dorel Mason, early 1920s

IMG_4955Great Great Grandpa Al in his derby (front right)

It wasn’t until well after I had begun working with Goorin Bros. that I would see these early photos for the first time. It’s incredible how in touch I am with these men in my family. All of my Grandfathers worked hard for what they had, and also liked to dress to impress; hats were a must. Every time I see the old sweat stains on my Grandfather’s hats, I am reminded of the countless hours of hard work and perseverance in order to keep the family going for generations. This has allowed me the same opportunities to contribute. I am blessed that I get to work so closely with a family that leaves me feeling so in touch with my own relatives, each and every day.IMG_4956Early Family Photo