Magazines and Cheeseburgers
Noel Laflin
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We grew up with dozens
of magazines scattered about the house as my father delivered hundreds of
copies to the local Veterans hospital every week.
I am not sure if it
was totally kosher, but he had a deal with a local post office where they held
undeliverable magazines for my dad, which he would pick up, bring home, sort
into piles, and then distribute to the Vets in Long Beach. He must have done
this for twenty years or more.
We had, at our finger
tips, some amazing reading material. From Horse Fancier to Playboy, we read them
all.
Perks from dad's
philanthropic endeavor, aside from the literary content, outstanding
photographs, and New Yorker cartoons, were the coupons and free samples carried
by some editions.
Consequently, I
smelled of Gillette hair cream all throughout junior high and grew fat on Bob's
Big Boy hamburgers during high school.
Life, Look, Popular
Mechanics, McCall’s, Redbook, Readers Digest, Boys Life, Ebony, Saturday
Evening Post, Penthouse, Esquire, National Geographic, etc. - thank you all for
the eclectic education ... and some of you for the cheeseburgers.
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