Since the dawn of Buddy Nights way back in the early 1980s the tradition of the magazine swap formed.
Hoag gives me his magazines....I give him mine.
He usually gives me GQ (it figures), Esquire, Details (it figures), maybe Road and Track, Mens Adventure (it figures), and once in a while some animal related magazine. For the most part pretty good reading.
Over the years I'd give him New York, Stuff, Premiere, Entertainment Weekly, Maxim, National Geographic and so forth. All pretty good stuff.
Last night Hoag gave me something called Male Vogue.
And that will never happen again.
Last night Theresa tried to give me her copy of Newsweek but it gave me the same feeling as eating fried dough while spinning out of control on a Tilt-A-Whirl on a hot humid day.