Life Without Playboy
December, 1994
We were on the freeway at the time. I was driving fast, very fast, because my passenger, a world-renowned historian, was late for a seminar. Absorbed as I was in listening to my favorite goldenoldies FM station and its retrospective on the works of Black Sabbath, I was startled when, abruptly, he turned to me and said, apropos of nothing in particular:"I believe that when the intellectual debris of this era is finally cleared away, the list of names of those who have defined our times will...
