When I was a lad, my family took a car trip to visit distant relatives. One stop was my mother's cousin in St. Louis. When my brother and I hunkered down to sleep on the pullout couch in the paneled basement, I spied a pair of very long legs on a magazine in plain view on an end table. That was my introduction to Playboy. I was in heaven, but I knew there'd come a time when I'd be heading straight to hell.