Every Nov 1, I engage in an unusual ritual. As soon as the Halloween decorations are down, I unleash a turkey on Los Angeles, the United States – and the world.
Not a live bird but a gravy-coloured knit chullo (a.k.a. an Andean ear-flap hat), crowned with a cartoonish-looking, Pilgrim-hat-wearing turkey, with flappy knit wings that bounce with my every step.
It's an absolutely ridiculous piece of headgear that I make a point of wearing out in the wild – driving to work, running errands, that sort of thing – as often as possible until the day after Thanksgiving.