Where I was raised, near Lake Erie,
we didn't say "jackets".

We said "skins" or "coats."

Thoroughly content with baking potatoes in the oven,
greasing the skins well on the outside
so that they would be nice and soft to chew on
with more than enough butter and salt
after the potato innards had been hollowed out.

I know how Joe Offer felt, in the earlier post.