This is from the late 1940s. For me in New York in the 1980s, wearing a tuxedo, smoking a cigarette and hanging out with an elegantly dressed woman in a bar wasn’t an everyday occurrence, or a weekly occurrence, or even a monthly occurrence, but it wasn’t so rare as to be automatically memorable. It was just something that happened from time to time, in the normal course of life.
I can’t imagine that any guy born in the 1980s or later could really relate to that. Our strain grows weaker.
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