He’d cultivated an image as a notorious womanizer throughout his life, but he had become an elderly man, living amidst the clutter of his past.
I don’t remember the first time I read Playboy magazine.
I don’t remember the cover, the photos, the playmates, the articles.
I have a faint memory of the musky odor that wafted from its perfumed paper, but nothing else.
I do, however, re