i_wear_a_dead_man's_coat log burning fire i had a friend named gene. 70 years old. he had a Phd and used to be a dean at a university in d.c. i took care of his garden. we talked about the world. he smoked like clockwork. i could smell when he arrived. i would shut down the mower, pull off the headphones and chat. he was a big fan. i learned a lot from him. but he smoked way too much and it blew out his flame. his wife begged me to take some of his clothes after he died last winter. i chose a down nautica jacket. it's black. i already tore a hole in it from a snag on the goat fence. tiny downy feathers puff out of it upon occasion. it keeps me warm in this brutal winter. it gives frida the clown dog a bed when she rides in the truck. i wear it when i teach claire how to ski. she's off the clock. 130131 what's it to you? who go blather from