Even though its business end is a razor blade, you can't call an X-acto knife cutting-edge technology. But that -- plus a six-pack of Michelob -- was all we had to work with to get out the first issue of this magazine after I became its editor.
There we were, one night at the end of March halfway through the fourth quarter of the 20th century in a glass-and-chrome, three-story suburban office building that looked like post offices would have had the Nixon "Imperial Presidency" style stuck. What we were doing was slicing words into letters, then putting them, one by one, in proper order. Had Johann Gutenberg, taking a break from getting his Bible on press 537 years ago, stumbled in, he would have felt right at home.
Back then …
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