I resumed my morning stroll down 4th Street. Somebody had told me that Anchorage had the most beautiful furs they had ever seen. So I stopped and gazed in the window of the furrier's shop. They had some beautiful coats...but what caught my jaded eye was the bright red fur jockstrap next to the mucklucks. It was only $30 so I assumed I was looking at something in their faux collection. I am not so sure that faux and jockstrap belong in the same sentence. At any rate, I continued onward...and the weather continued to get warmer.