For a while in the mid-1950's, as James Dean and Elvis were just making their marks on the culture. I began turning myself into the epitome of the Whidbey Island hipster. I had my hair greased and combed back into a perfect ducktail, engineer boots polished and shining like a brand-new car, Levi's pulled down just a skosh for that perfect fit. Then, to set it all in motion, there was my leather jacket. Ah, yes, the jacket.
