The visceral feel of a Number 11 X-acto blade in your hand (and they still make them, but in 500-packs, not the 100-packs Rico remembers), the smell of rubber cement thinner, and the rubbery touch of a rubber cement pickup (where is that gummy ball of rubber cement now?), ah, that was publishing...But so many things, companies, and people from the early days (like Frank's Type, Moody Printing, and a bunch of others) are gone now; rubber cement will soon be forgotten, with X-acto blades not far behind (except for surgeons).
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