My parents went to San Francisco when I was eleven-ish.
All I wanted them to bring back was a Baja jacket.
Why? Two words:
(I guess it is kind of questionable why I wanted to dress like Dylan...
Why didn't I want a black velvet choker like Brenda?)
They've been on my mind again. My elementary school version is long gone,
so I did a little research and found some potential replacements.
*not a poncho, but cute.