Winter of LT Jacket

If someone asks me when did it start, the only real answer that I wouldn’t give and that ought  be – it was the winter of LT Jacket. That black synthetic jacket was the single finest piece of men’s apparel that I had ever laid my eyes on. My uncle had it all that fall and winter. I couldn’t wait to grow-up so that I could fit into one. It was the winter of waiting, it was the winter that promised a future, a dream, it was the winter of LT Jacket, just another winter.