The American Baseball Jacket.

In Poland or Paris or Prague or Liverpool, they’d kill for a jacket like this. It’s something they caught a glimpse of in every other American movie they ever saw.

They saw it, but they never even got close to one.

We, meanwhile, grew up with so many little things:

Hot rods, drive-in movies, nonelectric guitars, hollyhocks, Kelvinators, hand-cranked ice-cream makers, laundry chutes, pom-poms, apple corers, Buick Roadmasters, I-Like-Ike buttons, milk bottles with a swelling at the neck for the cream to collect in, exciting pictures on page 107 of the National Geographic, pie in the window for “hobos,” shirtsleeve garters, a Gar Wood mahogany speedboat… and a baseball jacket (or whatever name you called it) with leather sleeves, like this one.

I think it’s time to pull it out of the attic of our memories. Like youth itself, it’s too good to waste on little kids only.

The American Baseball Jacket (No. 7347). Soft cowhide sleeves. Wool/poly blend. Leather-edged handwarmer pockets. Ribbed cuffs, collar and bottom hem. Quilted twill acetate lining. Traditional enamel-coated metal snap closures. Corduroy interior patch pockets with corozo buttons.

Just as good as you remember it. Maybe better. Imported.