One morning I was in a car with my mother and a mutual best friend, one of the funniest people I have ever known. She is just a naturally funny person and is always doing things and getting into situations that just make you want to roll. Anyway, it was early that morning and as we were going down the road we looked up and saw a naked man dive behind some trash cans beside of his garage. At least we assumed it was his garage. And his trash cans. And that whatever he was doing he likely didn't expect anyone to be driving down a road that far out in the country quite so early in the morning. It got the conversation going in the car, though, for sure. And our friend, the funny lady, couldn't seem to let it go. A very prim and straightlaced type, she kept saying that she knew it was against the law to go naked in public, but she wondered if it was against the law to go naked in your own yard if there was no one else around. So later that morning when we got back to her house we were sitting around her kitchen table when she decided that it couldn't hurt to just call the police station and ask. So she did. She reached right up above her head, grabbed the phone off the wall, dialed it and when someone answered she asked without any explanation whatsoever, "Is it against the law to go naked in your own yard?" Then she turned red as a beet, hung the phone up and covered her mouth with her hands. She was laughing too hard to tell us anything for a minute, but finally she managed to say, "He said, 'Why lady? Do you want to?'"