J's Coat

Everyone compliments J on his coat- friends, neighbors, guitar teachers.

Then they ask him where he got it, because he obviously didn't get it in Maine, they say.

Too sharp for Maine, they say.

J hides his coat in the backseat when we go into a tiny store in a tiny town.

He would rather freeze than be an automatic outsider.

LL Beans, here we come. We hear you have some nice, sensible, Maine coats.