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It was just a joke, Grav. I pulled a random date out of thin air, the primary reference was the Reader's Digest series of "I am Joe's [body part here]" or "I am Jane's [lady body part here]"

Thus, in imagination land, Reader's Digest, April 1968, the article, "I am the Cellar's heart." appears.

How hilarious is that? I know, right? Not since you fell off your dinosaur.


I spent a lot of summers at my otherwise childless aunt and uncle's house where the reading material was decidedly kid-unfriendly: Reader's Digest, Yankee Magazine, Yachting, and dozens of incomprehensible books on naval architecture, celestial navigation, and other books that were just filled with formulas, tables, equations, and data.

Reader's digest was the most digestible of all the fare. Music? Jim Neighbors, Glen Campbell, and what's his name who sang "King of the Road."

You had to be there.