The first edifice I noticed upon moving to Minneapolis in 1978 was the
Ukrainian American Community Center.
They've moved into a much more modern facility in "Nordeast" (NE Mpls) but at the time it was in South Minneapolis.
I just wanted to practice something on a piano, hadn't been near one in a few months and I missed it, and the people in the hall
were cleaning up after an event.
First thing they asked was if I was Russian.
No, I'm Italian, I told them.
Go ahead and play until we're finished cleaning, then you have to leave because we're closing, they said.
No, it's not germaine to the larger thread but I can't forget that the first thing they wanted to know was if I was Russian.