In the 1990s, I didn’t wear jackets. I refused hoodies; they would have obscured my epic bowl cut. And despite my affection for Mr. Rogers, cardigans didn’t appeal to me, either.

I broke wind. Publicly. Boldly. Loudly. Frequently. I not only swished on the basketball court…I swished with every step when I donned my Windbreaker. And to this day, I feel personally responsible for the stunningly low incidence of tornadoes, hurricanes, typhoons, and tsunamis in the state of Idaho during that time period. Look it up…the statistics don’t lie.

Bring back the Windbreaker. The Renaissance starts now. Let’s be Unbreakable together once again.