One day soon (although you on the East Coast may at this point in time find it exceedingly difficult to believe) the sun will be beating down mercilessly and you’ll be looking desperately for some shade. That is, unless you’re sporting an FmH baseball cap. As far as I know, there are three of you out there who read this weblog regularly. Two of you are my personal friends from a former life; I gave one of the caps to one of you as a birthday present a couple of years ago, and the other one got an oversized coffee mug with the disquieting and enigmatic barcoded bald guy on it on some occasion last year. But that’s the full extent of the traffic in FmH swag; the third one of you readers — yeah, you! — has never bought anything from the Cafépress shop here on the FmH premises. Cafépress is about to change the terms of service and stop it from being worth my while to continue to offer this stuff unless I earn them some money in the coming quarter. So take a look at these opportunities to display an icon of your membership in the secret and exclusive society of Followers.