The Photostatic Twentythree


See, before we all had computers, people had to do their graphic design with prestype and photocopiers, drawing with scissors and scotch tape. Or at least I did. Ed found a copier once in someone's trash and called me. We took it to a service shop to see if we could get it going again. My sister, Harriet, staked me the two-hundred-and-some-odd dollars it took to fix the drum and replace the corona wire and in a week I had a photocopier of my own which, in that day, was a very big deal. Someone dubbed it the Sugar Turbine and I got to work printing books for the Twentythree Press (yes - no hyphen) and whatever else I wanted. Happy times.

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