A Night in Frankfurt
Many years ago, fifty-five to be exact. I was a young GI stationed outside of Frankfurt, Germany. It was a common practice to go into the city with a bunch of friends for a night of drinking and strip shows. Traipsing up and down Kaiserstrasse was always a hoot.One night, after being in country about five weeks I asked for and got an overnight pass. I figured I was a big boy and could handle a night on my own. After finding a reasonably priced bed for the night, I hit the bars. I was enjoying...