I remember the year that the laws changed, and farmers were required to wear hard hats for protection, even out in the barnyard. Fifty feet from the barn, and no way for the sky to fall, even had any of them tried to be under it. Under the weather, its said, as we all are. Photos of my father and the hired man in the barnyard, yellow dots protecting what said the strongest body of bone. The law didn’t last. Yellow hardhats by the door in the back shed, plastic curve and foam padding to keep it in place.