ill have to admit i thought that was bills post. no golf digest though? hmmm. there were a few of those laying around. we had nat geo, psychology today and new york magazine but not the new yorker. my favorite magazine was the s&h green stamp catalog. there was a smattering of beatles albums and my mother professed to liking some of those early 60s folkies, like peter, paul and mary and the weavers and simon and garfunkel. not sure if she reached the dylan era. they married in 64 so the bulk of the late 60s involved raising brats and they never graduated to fm radio until the early to mid 80s when am was good and truly dead. we would occasionally indulge in ny culture, more musicals than classical though some. light opera was as close as we got to verdi. not surprisingly i developed little to no feeling for the visual arts. oh, my mother did play a smattering of piano and had a guitar though i dont recall her ever playing it.