Friday, May 3, 2013

Venuses in Their Furs

No, I don't own a fur coat.  Did once though---a ratty muskrat (??) affair, with no lining and one sleeve ripped up and hanging by a thread.

Didn't get the point of it until one night in Minneapolis in the 1970s.  Temperature in the 50-60 below zero zone.  Esther D. and I were at a bus stop and I had never been so cold in my life.  And suddenly one got it: without the fur--and only the fur--one would be a goner.