Every once in a while you see something that momentarily confuses and excites you. Something familiar but out of place, like one of those strange dreams where your college logic professor is sitting in your treehouse in your backyard fighting with your boss over whether to make grape or cherry Kool-Aid. It's all familiar stuff but none of it is where it belongs, except maybe the Kool-Aid in the treehouse. But I digress. Anyway, I saw something the other day as I pulled into the parking lot of my friendly local grocery store that really got my attention.
I saw a letterman's jacket from my high school. Normally this would not be something spectacular but I live around 250 miles from where I went to high school. So, seeing that blue jacket with grey sleeves and a huge white "W" walking across the parking lot made my tail wag like I was a little Yorkie or something. I followed it into the store. I stalked around the supermarket, hiding behind islands and shelves like I was a bad private detective appearing on CBS primetime in the late 70s. I was so blatant that even the white shirts were even on to my hyjinx. As I followed the jacket around the place I fondly remembered back to when I was in high school and I could wear my letterman's jacket out in public without being weird; unlike now when I can only wear it around my house like I am Al Bundy remembering my four touchdowns in a single game for Polk High 25 years ago.
I think though that my favorite thing about seeing that letterman's jacket wandering around was that it served as a big blue reminder of just how small this world can be. Here I am, standing in a parking lot 250 miles from home, face to face with the most visible symbol that my alma mater has to offer. I might as well have been standing in the hall with G-funk as the vice-principal asked us where our hall pass was. (We didn't have one. And we still got away with it. Because we are great!)
Honestly though, it's nice to see that kind of thing every once in a while, just as a reminder of who you are and where you are from. I may actually pull out my letterman's jacket over the holidays, just for the sake of it. Also, I want to see if I have more pins on my letter than that kid did. I mean, come on. I'm not going to be beat by some young punk. And that's on the Internet, so it must be true.