I have always been nervous about peeing at a urinal in a crowded public restroom. It is a leftover anxiety from childhood that I can trace directly back to my experiences at the Men's rooms in Yankee Stadium. Not that I can recall any one traumatic incident, but the overall mood of the placeloud, profane, rushed, still makes me uneasy, the place filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of urine and beer. So I wait for a stall just like I did when I was a boy.