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“May I buy you dinner?” my father asked the man slumped against the side of our hotel. My mother, sister and I had accompanied my father to a conference in Washington, D.C, spending our days at the Smithsonian and the National Gallery of Art. It was 1969. My father wore a suit and tie, my mother wore a suit, hat and gloves, and my sister and I wore dresses, coats, anklets and sturdy school shoes. Even the seated man wore a suit coat.