There is a strange phenomenon I’d like to share with you.
It’s been bothering me for 23 years, and I have never been able to remedy it.
23 years ago I was a local celebrity publishing magazines for bar-patrons. It was a cutting edge magazine, and my editorials were making some waves.
I had my own angle on everything and people loved it. I had people calling me begging for back issues they missed: the magazine was a collectors’ item.
The number of people that volunteered to help out in the office was also significant: I could pick the best ones.