re: Hugh Hefner is dead.

I dabbled in the trade, as my uncle was in the smut business-- a writer for Gallery Magazine in the 70s. Notably, "This is what it's like to sleep underneath a bus stop in Denver" and, who can forget, "How to grow pot in your bath tub" were some of his finer pieces. He always looked up to Hef as a righteous cat who treated people squarely and earned every penny of what he created, and I view my uncle in similar straits.

RIP Hugh.
RIP Print Media