I was taking my six-year-old son to sign him up at the Chicago Boys Club, an event he had been long waiting for.
As I parked in front of the building he stated; "This isn’t the boys club."
I looked through the windshield and looked at the Boys Club sign. I asked him, "If this isn’t the boys club, then where is it?"
He replied, "Oh, you know…where the light is."
It took me a few seconds before it dawned on me that our high rise living room window overlooked the rotating beacon on Hugh Hefner’s Playboy club.
- A true story from list member Jerry Anthony.