I remember it well, as I was hitch-hiking in from the Midwest with a dog, visiting my parent’s new house on Dupont Circle. As I walked down the sidewalk with a big Kelty BB5 backpack and terrier in tow, a fellow in very small shorts, and no shirt, roller-skated up to me, and did a twirl, revealing that his shorts had no bottom in them. He giggled, and then skated away.
Never seen anything like it before or since, and I lived or worked in that neighborhood for the next 40 years.
Lots of Gay Pride celebrations since; always fun.
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