My Dad was a fur dresser. I had to meet him at lunch time in the fue district once when I was about 13. I was amazed to see men walking all around with pelts draped over their arms, stoles clipped to hangers and coats on wheeled racks. I remarked that it looked easy to steal something. My Dad just chuckled and said, “There are cops ALL OVER this street. You can’t tell who is who.”
fue district = fur district
Wow.
But that is how it once was in the District.
This is crazy.
Those pelts go or a lot, huh?