What a wonderful wayback tribute to, yes, "the day." I had forgotten so much of that. The wax, the far forward, the delicate positioning, the argument that the Post should pay advertisers for movie information, the way the editorial had to wrap the ads. Chandlery! Some day, when you and I, and our children, are dead, Gen Z's grandkids will reflect sentimentally on "artificial intelligence" news summaries on those things called -- remember them? -- "smart phones." What a hoot!
John, those were the days for sure, but are you sure this is the first time the Post has not offered the Weekend. I remember differently, but don't trust my memory on this, because sometimes it doesn't work.
What a wonderful wayback tribute to, yes, "the day." I had forgotten so much of that. The wax, the far forward, the delicate positioning, the argument that the Post should pay advertisers for movie information, the way the editorial had to wrap the ads. Chandlery! Some day, when you and I, and our children, are dead, Gen Z's grandkids will reflect sentimentally on "artificial intelligence" news summaries on those things called -- remember them? -- "smart phones." What a hoot!
Hello Craig, remember me? Hope all is well with you. Sibbie
Oh my gosh, that was officially another lifetime ago. Hi!
You haven’t lived until your waxer malfunctions and you wind up with a lapful of hot wax. Ah, memories.
(I did wax paste-up for one of the association magazines I edited.)
John, those were the days for sure, but are you sure this is the first time the Post has not offered the Weekend. I remember differently, but don't trust my memory on this, because sometimes it doesn't work.
It’s quite possible. It’s the first time I’ve noticed it. The Sunday Magazine used to go dark every Christmas. Then it went dark completely.
The demolition is is increments for sure. And the, Boom.