True story: I was working with an older Republican woman, very Republican, a few years ago. Her most cherished possession was a grip-and-grin photo of herself and Reagan. We were working on a project and the number 69 came up. She said that 69 was one of her favorite numbers. Then she grinned. It was like she had a secret. For the next fifteen minutes or so she kept saying "69" whenever she could and then hinted that it was her husband's favorite number too. I was getting a little uncomfortable. The last thing I wanted this work session to turn into was an all-girl sex talk afternoon. Finally I just came out and asked her why she and her husband liked "69" so much. She told me she met her husband at some Nixon inauguration party in Jan. 1969. She was grinning ear-to-ear and I was stunned. After a few seconds a friend of mine, who was working with us, starting laughing hysterically and said "that's not what we thought you meant." Then it was Mrs. Republican's turn to be confused. We explained to her, as delicately as we could, what went through our minds when we heard "69". She was shocked. She had never heard of such a thing.