I never owned a black leather jacket when I was in junior high school or high school, but I did own a jacket that made me *think* I had one. I wanted to give the appearance of being “cool,” so I discovered that if I chewed gum, walked a certain way, and even bobbed my head just right, my simple black nylon jacket COULD give a slight appearance I was wearing a genuine black leather jacket.
I was walking home from school with a couple of friends one afternoon in the late 1950s, when another student came running toward us all. Looking at me only, he then told how a certain other kid “is looking to beat up some guy wearing a black leather jacket.”
Well, if you knew anything about me back then, I did the only thing you might have expected me to do. I looked at the helpful kid and remarked to him ever so boldly,”I’m going to do something about that right now!”