Groovy.

I've noticed the whole 'boyfriend jean', 'boyfriend slouchy sweater' etc etc, thing going around these days.  I don't think I could pull it off. Maybe because I don't have a boyfriend.
But doing the whole proverbial counting of  my blessings,  I rediscovered something cool in my closet that I do have.

My Dad's Mt. A. University jacket.

I hope it doesn't break some code of the alumni to pass along your jacket, because I love it. It's heavy, warm  and the leather on the arms creak.

It's actually a little surprising that it has hung around too, seeing as some of  Dad's other youthful fashion choices are long gone. I guess the plaid sports coat, the  bowties and the platform  shoes didn't make the cut.

And hey! Where's that flowing hair of yearbook glory?

I guess some good things must come to an end.

But I'm  glad this baby has stuck around.