When I was a young man, having just completed a Mormon mission in Austria, I toured Europe with my parents. In Paris, my father said he wanted to go to the Casino de Paris, a cabaret-type show with sexual innuendos and displays throughout. When the show began, a naked woman on a trapeze bar was lowered from the rafters to the stage.

My mother, who had not realized just where my father had taken us, put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh laws, we should have stayed at the Evil Tower."

This piece, then, is a commemoration of our trip to the Casino de Paris.