I was on the hunt for some remaining Halloween costume gear today when I found a huge stash of vintage marching band jackets. (See above — I feel a combination of super mod with a dash of Michael Jackson when I wear it!) Anyway, I knew my brother would want one, but I was in a hurry and forgot to call him. A few hours later, I’m laying in bed, fighting off a cold when he calls telling me, “I’m at a thrift store and they have a ton of cool marching band jackets!” I was like, “Yeah…I know, I’m wearing one of them.” This kind of stuff happens all the time.