Playboy After Hours
March, 1964
In our incoming-mail basket the other day we spied a letter bearing a postage stamp that resembled nothing so much as a Norman Rockwell cover for The Saturday Evening Post: a heart-warming depiction of a grandfatherly postman, cherry-cheeked and cheerfully burdened with mailbag and umbrella, engaged in the swift completion of his appointed rounds, stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night – nor by the company of a look-mom-no-cavities urchin and his playful pup. Suspecting that...
