I should probably find more time to write about this in the context of where the Daily Kina comes from, but my dad is at least partly responsible, having produced at least a few editions of the Churchill Downs Bugle—named after the street we lived on in Ohio for a few years, when I was about as old as Kina is now. Unlike the Daily Kina, the Bugle’s stories were written through (instead of greeked-out lines on a page), and it was produced on a manual typewriter, which is probably why his editions were fewer and farther between than mine. But the spirit and purpose of the two publications was the same: to memorialize the hilarious magic of small children. Among the many well-trodden beats of the Bugle was the crime desk, which often reported on the comings and goings of a “small burglar” who would sneak in while parents were distracted and steal snacks. Ken was a major source of that magic hilarity, whereas I, the sophisticated nine-year-old, was often depicted as the curious onlooker.

Publishers must always remain curious about where they come from, and the history of family papers runs deep here.

“Lux, Veritas, Noogie”

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