The Army Coat

     I hadn't seen him in months and, yet, there he was; He was sitting at a bar stool right in front of me as I walked into the bar. Perversely, I remember focusing on his earrings. It seemed like he had a new one but I never asked him about it after we reconnected.  I had always liked them on him.  And, he was wearing the army coat whose pockets smell deeply and deliciously of pot. A couple times, I wore only that coat to make us grilled cheese sandwiches. I wore the coat again recently but I did not make grilled cheese sandwiches while doing so. He let me wear it to walk home from the bar sometime in April or early May when it was cold. It seemed to have a lot of pockets like cargo pants.  One of my sons used to count the pockets in his cargo pants when he was little. I never counted the pockets in the army coat.