When I was Mr. Suburban Man I really couldn’t justify the expense. The house and wife and kid and 2.5 shiny cars are expensive. When I chucked it all and became a cedar rat I could have justified the expense but I just flat didn’t have the money. This was last year’s Christmas present from a generous reader and I must say, having just come back from an hour on a freezing, windswept mountaintop with my fingers numb and my nose tingling but my torso warm as toast, I Love This Coat.
In fact – speaking of Mr. Suburban Man – the only thing I don’t like about it is that it’s black and shows all the barnyard dust. And if that’s the worst problem I have today, I am a man without significant problems.