I belonged to three such clubs in the past, beginning with the old Henry Hudson Health Club on 57th Street in New York City. I was disgusted when, using the women's sauna, I found the panties of other members hanging up to dry in there. Being of Swedish descent, this abuse rankled; I also knew that moisture in the sauna ("sow-nah" is the correct pronunciation) would defeat their idiotic purpose. I cleaned-off every piece of gym equipment before use, using rubbing alcohol. It has been thirteen years since I have darkened the door of one of those clubs, because the noise got louder and the germs deadlier. Now, my logic has borne out, with the major press agencies finally giving the flesh-eating disease MRSA, or antibiotic-resistant Staphylococcus Aureus (staphylia means "grapes" in Greek--the virus is shaped like a bunch of them), the attention it deserves. Human nature usually demands that someone die before a danger is recognized, but there have been more deaths from this than the AIDS virus, going unnoticed until now.