The Leather Fringe Jacket

Photo by Omar Lopez on Unsplash

In the little vintage shop on Beach Street, where the inlet of Halifax River meets the Atlantic, there hung a plethora of old leather biker jackets — rust & red & shiny & black & buckskin tan. Following the afternoon Florida breeze, I wandered inside and stood before the rack of coats admiring their many colors and worn hide textures.

My stomach was filled with yucca and beans from the Cuban restaurant just a few…