It's getting cold enough for heavy jackets especially when I go to the gym early in the morning. And I have the perfect one Paul's black bomber. I've written about it, I have vivid memories of Paul wearing it, and since he died I've worn it many times. But, I've never shown it off until now. I'm happy to say it still looks fresh and new no major holes, no fading. I guess it likes hanging in my office closet, transformed from the closet Paul once used. Hopefully, it will stay in this condition for many years to come. How about that orange lining? Black Bomber Swaddled in this black bomber jacket all weekend, I am safe from the Big Sur chill. It's too large for me. And that's okay. It was Paul's. I bought it for him years ago at American et Cie on La Brea before he went crazy and decided to leave us way before his time. I like how it snuggles me, like he's in there too giving me a hug. It's the only piece of his clothing I have left. I've given away the rest: his … [Read more...]