My Beloved Carhartt Coats

This really grinds my gears.  Adam posted an older pic on facebook of me in my last Carhartt jacket.  That coat and I were like peas and carrots.  I commented on how I missed it, and Rebecca then had to go and ask what happened. I thought about it for a second and remembered it had been stolen! Then I remembered that I had TWO Carhartt jackets stolen from me in 2007! Not only that, but they were both stolen from the same bar!!

The first jacket was a great one.  It was that golden brown Cahartt color that is more beautiful then a summer sunset.  With a zip-up front, a good sized hood, and two triple stitched front pockets, it became my armor. 

Ulysses is a trash bar in Sea-Tac. I went out one weekend night to see Gabe perform his stand up routine.  I was in charge of video, and took off the jacket to get a bit more comfy.  I put it next to some of the speakers, microphones, a laptop that Jonny D brought and by the end off the night it was the only thing that was pilfered.  I scoured the entire bar at least 4 times and it was nowhere to be found.

 

Second Carhartt jacket was the duller brown but had the great thick flannel lining.  I think that that was the one that my Mom bought me years ago for a birthday.  (is it proper to use the word that twice in a row?) 

We end up going to  Ulysses's again a few months later.  Of course, once again, I am with Jonny D, Gabe, and Skeez-Bag Nick.  We're there for some CD party that Gabe is affiliated with.  Once again, I get asked to man the camera and take off my jacket for comfort.  I made fucking gawd damn sure that it was in a safe place this time, but NO! Once again, so many higher value items were still sitting around. I searched and searched, and searched... I was once again left with a broken heart standing on the back stoop of The Ulysses Tavern in the general...... greater.................. Sea-Tac area.

Obviously this is not a Carhartt safe bar, I warn all that ever step foot in that shit hole to keep an eye on your Carhartt's!!