Walter Cronkite is dead at 92. It will take several days for me to get enough distance from the event to write about it. It feels as bad to me as the day John Lennon died. In a very real way Cronkite’s passing represents for me the death of any sort of integrity in television [...]
Whenever I think of Playboy magazine, two things immediately spring to mind.
No, not those two things.
First is the ubiquitous black-tied rabbit logo and second are the stars appearing on or near the letter “P” in the publication’s masthead.
“Listen, man,” a buddy whispered conspiratorially during study hall. “Those stars represent the number of times Hugh Hefner [...]