Maybe this is more Michael Jackson than P.T. Barnum, with a dose of Rocky thrown in for good measure. I scored this jacket a year or so ago at the thrift store for under five dollah. Uh huh. I said UNDER. Granted, it was probably worn by a septuagenarian playing canasta just after eating a fancy dinner at the early bird special at Bob Evans, but nevertheless, it was BEGGING me to take it home.