My sister and mother gave me a motorcycle jacket. Nice. I may return it for a leather one (this one's cordura), but as yet the store didn't have one I liked. I spent most of my time at the Port talking to Alex about old high-school times. Good guy once you get past his 'I hate everyone punk rock' exterior. He even played defense for me with one of the local floozies. Spent the day doing family junk. Man I hate holiday nonsense..