We recently moved into a new house. Soon after, we began getting plain paper-wrapped magazines addressed to the previous owner. We learned through the grapevine that he worked for Hustler or Penthouse Magazine some years back. Strangely enough, about two weeks into our new stay a postcard arrived addressed to Penthouse Magazine. Somehow the writer must have erroneously been given our new address as the address for Penthouse. I contemplated sending the guy a photo of myself in a wig (I’m 41, male, medium build, average amount of body hair for Sicilian-American), but couldn’t do that to him. Through Internet research found out the model’s name was actually “Baby Breese,” but I prefer Bresses.