I am practicing constant vigilance. Really I am. But when I saw this towering stack of National Geographic circa 1965-75 in the "free" bin outside my favorite thrift store, I paused. I hemmed. I hawed. And then I thought, What am I? Made of stone?
They smell musty. But I don't care. I'm working my way through, an issue at a time. Have you ever rescued a stack of these yellow spined beauties?