My dad gave my brother and I the first 100 or so issues. His dad had owned a pharmacy that had a magazine rack so he would get the crisp clean copies. Still have em.
The pharmacy also had a liquor license, so his “job” was to deliver the booze and wine, after dark, 2 blocks down the street to the Convent for the nuns. These nuns were his teachers at Catholic school…to say he got away with a lot of shit in high school would be an understatement.
Nuns can pound down the alcohol, guys. I had a chance to drink with some of those same nuns 40 years later as my at the time wife ended up the HR director for the convent…they can hold their liquor, lemme tellya…
I miss Dr. Z, and now the whole thing could go away? Bogus.