One recent Halloween, I went to Salem dressed as the Three Stooges – all of ’em. “Our” reception was warm: “Hi, Moe,” said one passerby (my own face stuck out of the “Moe” slot); another called me “the lady with three faces.” After hours of cavorting and posing, I needed a seat, sustenance, and a restroom. The seat took about 12 minutes, the food about 16. The line to the ladies’ room was out the door. So I put on my mask, adjusted my tie, and “all three” of us walked straight into the men’s room.
Lindsy Parker/North Easton
Move Over, Ken
John DiNella/Rochester, New Hampshire