I just found my Blue Jean Jacket. It’s been MIA, and I thought it was gone for good. It’s too cold to wear now, but it’s going into my staging area for spring.

When it comes to blue jeans, I’m a Levi man, but, when it comes to blue jean jackets, I’m a Wrangler man. You know, the one with four pockets. Gotta have those bottom pockets. I’ve had this particular jacket for over twenty years, and it’s still in good shape, been washed a million times, and will probably last for another twenty. It is perfect.

If the truth was told, and this jacket could talk, I’d still be in jail.