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What jacket(s) are you wearing at the moment?

John Luder

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Way back, probably on a double-digit page, you lot were talking about Western Costume Company and its stock of A-2s during the halcyon days of costume (no, not cozzies) houses.
I have been to Western several times over the years, and did visit their WW2 uniforms. I ended up with the attached class-A blouse/tunic and have restored it to the condition when worn by Donald O'Connor (Singin in the Rain) in Francis joins the WACS.
I will be asking about my A-2 presently, to see if you chaps can identify something of its manufacture,and undoubtedly came from Western, or perhaps Paramount's, wardrobe department.
I've seen many Western labels over the years, and they were all machine-stitched into place like this, even though that required removing sections of lining or disassembling sections, like this inside pocket, to get access. Too easy, I suspect, for hand-stitched labels to be cut off by some thief.
Cheers,
John
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John Luder

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it's just resting, had had a tiring day being chased around the garden by our resident fox... London has a huge population of urban foxes, you can see them walking around in broad daylight
We get the same with coyotes and mountain lions. Especially when it's dry in the hills and mountains.
LA County and state transportation dept are building a bleedin' bridge/overpass for the animals to cross the freeway safely. It's on the 101 near Calabasas (kardashian kalabasas). Too much inbreeding on the disparate sides of that great divide.
One mountain lion that had been tagged with a monitor, P-22, had to be shot. He was well known and much loved here, and the people in LA and environs had an effing celebration of life and huge send off for the bugger. Like a goddam celebrity. Typical LA. Arseholes.
My question is, are the critters going to be taught to read Spanish or English for the signage at the ends of the bridge? Maybe bilingual, like most signs around So.Cal. Will there be traffic signals and crossing guards? What about the families of hikers stupid enough to walk across and get attacked and et? Whom will they sue for the lunacy of the decedent?
I gotta get outta here.
 

Tattoo A2

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We get the same with coyotes and mountain lions. Especially when it's dry in the hills and mountains.
LA County and state transportation dept are building a bleedin' bridge/overpass for the animals to cross the freeway safely. It's on the 101 near Calabasas (kardashian kalabasas). Too much inbreeding on the disparate sides of that great divide.
One mountain lion that had been tagged with a monitor, P-22, had to be shot. He was well known and much loved here, and the people in LA and environs had an effing celebration of life and huge send off for the bugger. Like a goddam celebrity. Typical LA. Arseholes.
My question is, are the critters going to be taught to read Spanish or English for the signage at the ends of the bridge? Maybe bilingual, like most signs around So.Cal. Will there be traffic signals and crossing guards? What about the families of hikers stupid enough to walk across and get attacked and et? Whom will they sue for the lunacy of the decedent?
I gotta get outta here.
Funny the Deer here in upstate NY dont pay attention to the deer crossing signs on the roads, they are constantly running into cars, go figure,lol.
 

Chandler

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it's just resting, had had a tiring day being chased around the garden by our resident fox... London has a huge population of urban foxes, you can see them walking around in broad daylight
We have a few foxes around my area, but they're dwindling -- probably because of the brazen coyotes (very urban area I'm in, but the bastards are over populating).

Late last summer I started the grill on our patio, went inside to put together what needed to be charred, stepped out the sliders and one of the prairie wolves trotted across the backyard -- stopped and eye-balled me.

I'm sure he smelled the grill -- or the raw meat in my hands -- and stood there to stare me down. Big one, too.

I stomped my feet and shouted, "G-wan!" But he just looked back.

When I advanced quickly he finally ran off.

Suburban call of the wild!
 
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