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Please share your hitchhiking story from the golden age of that art. When I was in the Navy in Key West, one Friday evening (late 1950s) I borrowed a car for a weekend to drive to Miami. A few hundred yards from the base, I saw a young girl, obviously pregnant, hitchhiking. I stopped for her...

I grew up in a railroad town. I could hear the steam engines trying to get friction on the rails as as they started to move. There were the wailing horns, and the "bang" of torpedo charges the workers put onto the track to signal the engineer they have backed up the proper distance.

...the house in the buff? I like to sleep in the buff, but also go around the house nekked while getting ready for bed and while getting up in the morning. My wife says that it's a "girl thing" to see this habit as objectionable. She wants me to at least wear skivvies. Is this a prevailing...