My career as a joke-writer for Playboy

Actually it wasn’t a career. While either a freshman or sophomore at Castleton State College — motto: “We’ve never heard of you either” — I submitted maybe two jokes.

Neither was accepted. Perhaps they were too wry.

In any case, it’s too bad my ribald humor stylings got shot down. I seem to recall the magazine paid 50 bucks for jokes it printed on the back of the centerfold. In 1970s dollars, that was real money.

I have never met anyone who claimed to have actually sold a joke to that publication. But for all I know, Spokane is home to many such individuals.

Though I can see downplaying that as one grew older and possibly wiser.