On my first weekend in a new community, I went on my usual garage sale trip around the community. I was awestruck by this jacket. The jacket - circa 1986 - was begging to be tried on, but it looked too small. At the urging of the owner and my friend, I tried it on, and voila! A perfect fit. As a teacher, I don't have much money, and as luck would have it, the woman selling it saw me as "a good soul" and having "a good vibe" about me. Low and behold, I received the story about the jacket (her father, a WWII USAAF Navigator, had purchased it late in life and wanted it to go to a good home), and the charge to let it lead me on many adventures. Here's to future adventures with an amazing jacket.