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Shortly after I first set foot on US soil in January 1978, New York City was blanketed by a snow storm. The kind where people where skiing up and down 5th Ave. Unprepared for the weather I went to Canal Jeans, a cavernous store on Canal St. near the lower Eastside that had a bargain bin\/fleamarket section where you could purchase a used, moth-eaten, knee-length fur coat for less than the price of a new sweatshirt. Fur was not yet taboo and the warmest thing you could find on a severely limited budget.<\/p>\n

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Bundled in that monstrosity, woolen scarves wrapped around my head, I trecked north through winter wonder land, up to 57th St near Carnegie Hall, to check out the Russian Tea Room which had a significant reputation in the tourist guides.<\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.russiantearoomnyc.com<\/a><\/p>\n

I fit right in in that outfit, mothball smell and all, except that I did not have tightly curled bluish-white hair at the time but long blonde tresses. The waitress looked not a day over 100, which gave the the rest of those present a youthful appearance. Then 26, my age probably dropped the mean age in that room to around 79…..<\/p>\n

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Link below spells out the dress code for NYC restaurants in 1978….<\/p>\n