Western ways increase their hold on Soviet youth
The band of teen-agers ambled down the avenue toward the pizza parlor in Wrangler jeans, T shirts inscribed with U.S. ARMY and Adidas sneakers. Some exhibited the glazed stare and the jerky arm-and-leg movements that are the telltale signs of a Walkman wearer. Inevitably, a few hard-eyed, Camel-smoking punk rockers slipped into the crowd, their side-cropped hair adorned with spikes on top, their black leather pants punctured by safety pins.
Rome? San Francisco? Liverpool?
Surprisingly, the city was Moscow, the avenue was Gorky Street, and the...