So, I went back to the medical devices place to return the trial mask and buy the permanent mask. I had to wait a while, so I dug through all of their magazines. At first, it seemed that the September 1989 magazine I found was the oldest:
A couple of minutes more digging yielded an older magazine, though, by five months.
But I kept looking. Long before my appointment was ready, I found something twenty-four years old:
But right under that one was one that was even older: Woman’s Day from February 1982. Twenty-five years old, almost twenty-six.