George beamed as he told me about the day he went to a vintage shop in New York City and found this letterman jacket in emerald wool and black leather with “George” embroidered in gold on the right chest. When he saw his name on it, he said, he tried the jacket on, and couldn’t believe how perfectly it fit. Indeed it did.
George, you’ve gotten me hankering for a vintage letterman of my own—I can very well see myself wearing one with big knit shorts and high-tops in the coming cooler days. If only there were as many Baby Boomers named Izzy as there were named George, my dreams of finding my own twin jacket would be within much closer reach.