Well, we had a lot of white privilech in our part of town, Edna. Something you other worldser’s probly wouldn’t a appresiated. Like we had this FM raddio, which got the Sinatra twice a week. Cool, man, cool
And we had them Readers Digests two.
But that warn’t all.
Because my starched grandfather was only eleven when this was published.
After that we had every issue of every year of the National Geographic on file and I enjoyed them all as much as my third reading of Kidnapped and my second reading of Black Beauty. We never talked about it. The 50 years worth of Nat Geo were neatly filed on a shelf in the attic, right next to my grandma’s box of String Too Short To Use. Why I’m as literate as I am today.
I’m a eddicated guy now, Edna.
For many millions of us, the first sugar was the dream of Brown Sugar. Hallelujah.