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The first Playboy I purchased myself

This is the August, 1969 issue. I was 14 and had a keen interest in short fiction and jazz reviews. And I was an occasional liar.

My family was visiting my grandmother in Whitehall, New York.

I spent most of my time there fishing, watching TV and messing around with NFL football cards.

But one day, while I was in the store where I bought football cards, I got an idea.

"This is for my dad," I said as I placed the Playboy on the counter.

The scene of the crime.

The store in question, which undoubtedly closed long ago, was in the first floor of one of these buildings.

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