Larry--I may call him by his first name now that he's entered my dreams--drew me aside. "I would have chosen you," he said, "if you weren't wearing that army jacket." "But I've had it since 1957," I said, meaning I wasn't going to give up my ideals. Those of us who wore army surplus were against the establishment.
I wore that jacket all through the sixties. It was the warmest jacket I ever owned, light weight, dark khaki. I'd never betray it.