Farewell To The Staple
October, 1985
The phone rang at three in the morning. It was Hef, as he is always called by those who cannot pronounce his full name. I recognized the voice immediately because of its distinctive timbre and its unmistakable sense of urgency and because he had already called at two o'clock, 2:30 and 2:45."Buck," he said, "I've spent another sleepless day and I've finally made up my mind. It's time for us to get rid of the staple."Now, it's true that my name does not appear on the playboy Ma...
