Experiences
December, 1978
It's not our habit to accept unsolicited manuscripts for "Playboy after Hours," but we couldn't resist bringing you this cautionary tale submitted to us by an Australian reader who, on a visit to the U.S., left more than his heart in San Francisco. Understandably, he wishes to remain anonymous.It was a cold October evening as the cable car neared its terminus on Market Street after a fun ride from Fisherman's Wharf. Over the gripman's frenzied bell clanging, I could hear the conductor...
