April 9, 1926 is Hugh Hefner’s birthday. I don’t like the guy or what he stands for, but he is connected to Chicago so there’s that. My grandfather went to Steinmetz High School with him (they also had the same birthday…R.I.P. Stosh), and once while working at one of my many house museum jobs, I gave a tour to his daughter Christie and first wife Millie, who was a nice little old lady.
Oh, I also love wax museum statues so here’s one from Madame Tussaud’s in Las Vegas..and who knows…Hef is so old, he might literally be made out of wax in real life. Or this isn’t even a statue, it’s actually him!!! Aaaannnddd Hef is such a narcissist he has the world’s largest collection of personal scrapbooks. They number in the thousands – every single day of his life has been documented like he’s Jesus or something. If he was your crazy uncle, they’d probably be thrown out in the dumpster, but you know this shit will end up in the HUGH HEFNER MUSEUM someday.
