I have had a subscription to the The New Yorker since 1964 when my aunt gave it me as a Christmas gift. I was 10-years-old, and she continued the tradition for the next decade.
I started by loving the cartoons; at 12-years-old I was reading the reviews and Going On Around Town, and as a callow youth I was reading cover to cover except for the really long esoteric stuff and features about sports or economics.
Now, as a garrulous gay geezer, I also read books about The New Yorker and the magazine’s characters and history, plus I am still a subscriber.
I have a nice collection of The New Yorker covers. I’d like to share some of my favorite Thanksgiving-themed ones.
Here’s wishing you a happy holiday; I really hope you get stuffed.