Larry Craig, U.S. senator, was arrested for "lewd conduct" in a men's room in the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport last summer. I won't re-hash the details, except to add that I know someone who knows one of the cops involved, and apparently had Craig gone to court, the arrest wouldn't have held up. His conduct wasn't at all egregious. (As you can sort of tell from the wikipedia account (linked above). Surely our forefathers died and wrote the constitution for freedom to accidentally bump someone's foot while peeing, if nothing else!)
I went to St. Paul to visit my sister and her family/associates over the holidays. The night before I was supposed to fly back, my mom called to ask me to remember, when I was in the airport the next day, to check out the Larry Craig Bathroom.
Mom: Your dad wants me to ask you to check out the bathroom.
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Mom: (A few minutes later.) Actually, your dad didn't say anything about it. I want you to check out the bathroom.
In fact, my parents followed the whole Larry Craig Bathroom saga quite closely and enjoy very much talking about it. At Thanksgiving dinner this year, a whole-table conversation about the incident even broke out. (Reader, who remembers homo-discomfort over Thanksgiving, will appreciate with what courage I loudly opined "I think if people want to have sex in bathrooms they should go for it, who the heck cares anyway?" This was right after my brother-in-law stated that "That bathroom was wild, people were climbing under stalls totally naked!")
Here are some pics that I took of the historic bathroom. As you can see, it's somewhat secluded. Yet conveniently located near the romantic Chili's bar.
