A bathroom reader

I want answering nature's call to feel like an escape again

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (the pre-cellphone era) everyone’s bathroom had reading material. In some families this meant old copies of The Atlantic or The New Yorker. In other families it might have been Chicken Soup for the Soul, perhaps a joke book. I remember giggling over one book that was made up of a series of emails or letters to c…