At the risk of sounding like Captain Renault from Casablanca (“I’m shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!”), I was dumfounded when I recently discovered that brothels were once regulated by the city of Indianapolis.  Workers were required to register with the police, have weekly health check-ups, and limit their theater-going to one night a week. And electric piano-playing was strictly prohibited, except on nights when big conventions were in town.