Restroom, Lavatory, Powder room, The Loo, The Head, W.C., or Water Closet, Outhouse, Toilet, The John, The Crapper, Privy, Lavatory, The Can, Comfort Station, Latrine, Washroom, Cistern, or The Bogs...If ya gotta go, you're lookin' for one. I was born in 1955. By age 6, I was out and about, exploring my world. This involved rails, snails and even puppy dog tails, not to mention widening my horizons in an ever-increasing radius around my home. Boys will be boys, and boys, like girls, eventually have to pee. Most boys (and few girls) will just find a secluded spot and let it all hang out (or surreptitiously squat), nobody being the wiser (except nowadays you can be arrested for that). However, I was different. Many things had been hammered into my brain by my overbearing mother, at a very young age, and one of them was, "When you need to pee or poop, find a bathroom," lest you be labeled a heathen. Yep, my mother was a South...