Oh yeah… there was a war going on when “Mr. Squish” was running. For about a month, anyway.
The day the Persian Gulf War began, I was cranking out another edition of Black Culture Magazine at the house of Carl, my editor. I know; I’m so white I dare not go out in the sun for fear of spontaneously combusting. Yet for whatever reason, I worked for several African-American publications in the early 1990s. Probably ’cause the editors looked at my résumé, and not at the skin color of the honkey looking across the desk from them.