Last week (or was it two weeks ago?) Jen and I hit a thrift store not too far from our house on a lazy sunday. In that store, nestled among the racks of threadbare sportcoats and flasher trenchcoats, was this little red gem from the era of leisure suits and platform heels. It’s a size or two too big for me, but the stitching, color and fabric are right on.

I have no idea who Tamari is, or where they come from, but they do make a damn fine coat.

I am nothing if not a coat whore; Ask my lovely wife and she’ll tell you I have more coats than Imelda had shoes. But I couldn’t pass this one up.