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Business Manager's Notes Tod Wicks

That little sobriquet appeared on quite a number of subscribers' mailing labels last month, and quite a few took notice and renewed their subscriptions. While processing the renewals, I observed some quaint and odd things. I have summarized my findings below.

One was sent to one "T. Alphonse Wise-acre."

Even though the pink insert noted that my address was where to send the money, seven renewals wound up at George Towner's. Of these, one was sent with a contribution, one subsequently wrote me and asked if I'd yet received his renewal, while a third was a check for $20: Joanna and Dick Ahrens renewing their separate subs for two years each!

Three others also renewed for two years, one of whom, Rick Holmes, asking if such a thing were possible to do. Another, Tom Horti, demanded his rights as a subscriber to, "...subscribe for two years ...to foul up [my] bookkeeping and to keep nasty pink inserts and scurrilous label exclamation marks out of my copy of THE ECPHORIZER."

Eleven kind people sent back their address label, four of which were pasted to the pink inserts.

Speaking of the ubiquitous pink slips, 16 renewals came with the pinks enclosed. One of these pinks was sent to John Cumming. Two came with the Business Manager's address peeking through a window in the envelope: Joel Waldman cut his own window and pasted the pink behind it, while Harve Berger complained that our return address was too high to use with a window envelope and taped it so the address would show through! Mr. Berger, meet Mr. Waldman!

Two people sent theirs using a company envelope, and one was originally addressed to the Horseshoe Club in Las Vegas (Ray Adams).

While most sent theirs in the standard buff or light blue envelopes, Fran Bellet's arrived in a deep purple one, while Sandy Anderson scripted the address in bright colors.

Four people sent nice "thank yous," including Larry Bernard, who wrote, "Please renew my subscription to THE ECPHORIZER right away! I so thoroughly enjoy this fine magazine that I hide it from myself when I first get it so I can savor it slowly throughout the month. For various reasons, I have allowed my Mensa membership to lapse - but never THE ECPHORIZER!" Thanks, Larry.

That's called getting "double duty" from your stamp. Another set of double-duty renewals also sent changes of address. In fact, Caroline Simon, who did this, also sent her whole envelope along unsealed. I trust that the only things she put in it were her pink slip and address change. Where's your cash Caroline? (Relax, it came, too!)

Scrooge Jim Katic saved a stamp and sent his through the company mail at Rolm Corporation, and one renewal from out of state also enclosed a Piggly Wiggly grocery tag for $37.80! Thank you one and all for continued support of our magazine! 

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Tod Wicks
A home computer aficionado [a relative rarity in 1982] with a license plate that says APPL II, our own Tod Wicks is also the originator of the Ian Faber Memorial Rallye. [for information about rallyes, check out our Special Rallye Issue.]


City Names Update 2006

Ah, how times do change, as does the familiar ring of old names of cities returning after the massive changes in Eastern Europe in the late 80s and early 90s.  Chemnitz is once again Chemnitz.  St. Petersburg is proudly back again.

And as noted to the left, some cities simply disappear off the map when other, larger, cities devour them.  This is true here in the SF Bay Area where behemouth San Jose is concerned.  Always in the shadow of San Francisco, San Jose keeps trying to gain stature among the top metropolitan areas of the world, but no matter hard this former canning center tries, it will never ever match San Francisco for style, fashion, culture, business, architecture, and pure elan.  That's not for trying, though, as San Jose has for years been gobbling up small nearby communities and adding them to "greater" San Jose:  Such places as Willow Glen, Robertsville, Almaden, Alviso, Coyote, Milpitas, oops, sorry, no one wants Milpitas.  San Jose has its eyes on San Martin and Cupertino these days.  Too bad, San Jose, you'll always by that little burg at the sourthern end of San Francisco Bay.  As a sign over a toilet in a business on Powell Street once urged:  Flush twice as San Jose needs the water.
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