My mother would be proud of me, well, maybe half-proud, is that a thing? I always remember to take a jacket with me, it's remembering to bring it back every time that I struggle with. In this blog, I wonder about all those jackets, that I've left behind, and what kind of life that they are living now.....
This wasn't an issue when I was a kid, I don't remember losing my jackets then, of course, back then I only had 2 coats. I had a winter coat for winter, and a jean jacket for all non-winter seasons and as
I was out with a bunch of my coworkers, people from all over the country, who worked with me as foodservice pie salespeople (It's weird, right?). It was late, and I carried that light windbreaker from bar to bar, sitting it next to me in big leather booths, until
I've lost 2 jackets at the Sand Bar in Canandaigua, though they really aren't lost, I know right where they are, I just realize that I'm not getting them back. My wife and I were leaving there one
|Sand Bar opens May 1|
My last few lost coats were lost to family too. My son Dan started borrowing one of my black mid-season Reebok coats while he was in high school and it ended up following him to college. You would think that, that would be the coat to live vicariously through, but I think my current coats get out more than that one does, it seems to spend a lot of time on the Internet and gaming. He's young
|My Dad's coat|