I love spotting men in fur coats during the long slog of Chicago winters. Especially if they have a matching hat which is rare and gives me a thrill much like I imagine a bird watcher catching sight of that rare bird on their walk. I also thought of Mo, best landlord ever. Mo wins that title partially because he’d show up to collect rent at 11pm in a fur coat with eyes blazing from a spliff he had in his car. This beats mailing in a check anytime even if 11pm is typically past my bed time.