I love Rolling Stone. I have subscribed to it several times.
I got a cheap subscription rate after gifting a magzine subscription to Cindy. I loved opening the mailbox and seeing it in there waiting for me… I love the record reviews and will actually read some articles inside. Loved the one on Pink Floyd. I flip throught it and absorb all the eye candy, glean what I need and then add it to a pile.
I hardly ever go back and read these. Once the new one comes, last months is just another on the pile. I accumulated a pile that outgrew the magazine bin I have moved them to when the pile got out of hand.
Recently, after cleaning out our reading corner at the house I had to determine what to do with these. Toss them or take them and donate them.
I mean, there is a Bob Dylan cover and a George Harrison cover too. The Floyd cover is iconic, but as you can see, as a subscriber, I get a copy with the giant annoying address sticker on it. Sigh.
I don’t need these I decided. I bundled them and decided to take the pile to work.
I planned on setting them on the breakroom table. Old news maybe, but if I came to work and found a pile of last years Rolling Stone’s looking for a home I would probably take them. Sigh. Do I hear myself talk?
I just went and took them out of the van.
I guess I am keeping them.
I’ll probably resubscribe too.
Damn you Rolling Stone. You have won again!