When you can lose an eye because a stiff breeze pokes your cornea with the point of your collar, you know you're living in 1973. This was what it was like: the worse the economy got, the wider lapels became, so everyone looked like a circus performer in some parallel world where there wasn't any gas but an inexplicable abundance of fabric. I guarantee that fabric felt scratchy and fake, too, because it was sythnetic, made from petrochemicals . . .HEY, so THAT'S why we had oil shortages. IT WAS ALL GOING TO WIDE LAPELS