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FROM
Break Out: Finding Freedom
When You Don't Quite Fit The Mold
James R. Hasse

"Life is the game that must be played:
This truth at least, good friends, we know;
So live and laugh, nor be dismayed
As one by one the phantoms go."

Edwin Arlington Robinson, Ballad by the Fire

The poster was the first thing I saw as I walked into the men's restroom.

The blonde stood there at the urinal, her backside to her intended audience, in calf-length black boots; tight, black leather mini-skirt; and red, free-flowing blouse. With both hands in front of her, she looked down into the drain and appeared to be urinating just like the man three urinals to her left.

Her male counterpart, brawny and dark-haired, duplicated her stance. Dressed in khakis and red-and-blue striped shirt, he glanced at her out of his right eye, unruffled but curious.

The four-color poster of this unisex restroom scene was carefully taped to the off-white concrete block and covered the wall above the restroom's two urinals, stained brown with a continual trickle of rusty water and years of haphazard cleaning.

As I stood there -- relieving myself -- with my face six inches from the woman's perfectly proportioned thighs, I found the copyright in small print at the right-hand, lower corner of the four-color poster: Calco Productions 1965.

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