Barry Goldwater liked to tell a story about his Uncle Morris, who ran the family dry-goods store in Prescott, Ariz., at the turn of the century. The town bluenoses, so the story goes, got word that one of Morris' salesgirls had once been a hooker, and a group of housewives descended on the store to demand that she be fired as an act of civic hygiene.
Morris listened quietly, then leaned forward and said his piece. "Ladies, I've been in this town long enough to know your families from the early days, and you'd be surprised to learn how a few...
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