12 -8 - 10 Walking on chilly 42nd St, along came a guy who was warmly dressed in a gray-knit trapper's hat with Mohawk fringe on top. I had him turn his head sideways, to get a better look. He wore a black wool jacket with white decals going down the length of the arms and a large white running horse was on the front of it. Black heavy gloves, stone-washed black jeans.