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Mile High versus Clickety-Clack Clubs
In my early twenties I worked on a train for three summers in Alaska, and there we called had something called the Clickety-Clack Club. There was a competitive spirit about who hadn't joined and who was going to. And in case you're wondering, I'll never tell.
How about you? Are you with the Aussies? Or think joining Mile High is akin to making love in a petri dish? What about Clickety-Clack?