Years ago my sister came from out of state for a weekend visit. Eventually she had to make a trip to the bathroom. Upon returning to the living room, she tells me a story. While sitting on the commode she looked for something to read. I always have a magazine rack beside the throne to pass time. She peers into the rack and sees "Handloader". In her words "Um, I wasn't sure exactly what kind of magazine that was so I decided not to read anything". Took me a moment to get it.