BATHROOM READING (PDF-1131)

I mentioned recently that I no longer read books, per se, at least not fiction. But I neglected to say that I do read magazines, although they too are dwindling in importance due to a lack of interesting content for my tastes. And this is not a put-down, but I do most of my magazine reading in the bathroom, a bit at a time. We have a little vertical wooden magazine rack on the floor at knee level that I can lay an open magazine on. How perfect! Back in the 1950s, in my parent’s home, as the oldest of five boys, I grew up reading things like Life Magazine, the Saturday Evening Post, and especially National Geographic; where else would a teenage boy find photos of naked women?