Ever since I was a teenager, I've wanted a leather jacket, but they were always too expensive or too impractical for a Louisianian to own, so I always talked myself out of it. Yesterday I was mildly depressed, so on the way back to the hotel, I stopped off at Foley's and bought one. It was half-off, so the practicality-guilt factor was greatly diminished. I'm generally skeptical about the efficacy of retail therapy, but I'll be damned if I didn't feel better when I walked out of the store.