Jens turned to page 14. There it was: a grainy black-and-white photo of a nine-year-old boy, skinny knees, huge grin, one hand on a wind-up gramophone. The caption: “Jens P., København – ‘Min bedste fødselsdagsgave’ (My best birthday gift).”
“Thumper was not mangy!” Henning protested. “He was… rustic. I sent that photo. Never won. You won, though. With that ridiculous picture of you and your father’s gramophone.”
Henning’s eyes widened on the screen. “ Piccolo! I had that issue! The glider plans were inside. We tried to build it in your mum’s kitchen.” Piccolo Boys Magazine Denmark oldies cames skype t
Jens looked at his laptop, at the little green “online” dot. “Maybe not. But this isn’t so bad either. Lukas was right.”
Henning smiled. “Next week, same time. I’ll show you my old Piccolo collection. I have the 1954 Christmas issue. The one with the paper ship model.” Jens turned to page 14
“Speak for yourself. I’m a ‘vintage classic.’”
“Jens, you old rascal! You look like a dried herring.” “He was… rustic
“God,” Henning whispered. “The oldies. We’re the oldies now, Jens.”