At the US Airways Shuttle lounge in Boston, proof I am happy to have left the magazine business in 1994. These are the giveaways and their cover art– the rags in the bin when you absolutely, positively have nothing to read:
Washington (A dude with two women looking pre-kinky)
The American (that big Chinese basketball dude with the tag “Glo-BALL-ization, get it?)
Stylus (who knows)
Real Estate Portfolio (six average white guys)
Luxury Spa Finder (semi-clad lady in a bathtub)
May your circulation swell and your BPA audit be a smooth one. In the 30 minutes I sat here, only one magazine got snagged — an issue of LAPTOP by two people. Two otherÂ people looked and walked away, doubtlessly sad about the trees.